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■  0  THOU  whofe  pow'r  o'er  moving  worlds  prefides,  i 

Whofe  voice  created,  and  whofe  wifdom  guides,  ^ 

On  darkling  man   in  pure  effulgence  fliine,  i 

And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  divine.  x 

*Tis   thine  alone  to   calm  the  pious  breaft  ! 

With   filent   confidence,  and  holy  reft  ;  T 
From  thee,  great  GOD,  we  fpring,  to  thee  we  tend, 
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INDEX 

For  finding  any  Hymn  by  the  Title. 
N.  B.    The  Figures  refer  to  the  Hymns. 


A  Hymn 

DOPTION,            -            -  7* 

Affliction  and  Death  under  Providence,  119 

All  Things  working  for  Good,                -  61 

Amiable   Deportment,  53 

Anger  and    Meeknefs,               -             -  1$ 
Angel's  Reply  to  theWomen  who  fought  Chrift,  1  18 

Appearance  of  Angels  to  the  Shepherds,  44 

Atonement  of  Chrift,               -              -  58 

B 

Baptifm,                .  -               -             115 

Beatitudes,             .  -                  -             43 

Benevolence  divine,           -  -             -          37 

Benefit  of  early  Piety,  .               -             6 

Bible,  excellency  of,  80 

Birth  of  Chrift,               .  -             -         113 

Birth  Day,                 -  -                         159 

Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture,  -            9S 

C 

Changes  of  Life  from  God,            -  -163 

Chrift  apprehended,             -             -  -     143 

Birth  of,               -              -  .113 

Condemnation  and  Crucifixion  of,         144 

Death  of,             -              -  123 

-  Longing  for  the  Prefence  of,  -      105 

« Nativity   of,            -             -  102 

— -  Sufferings  of,           -            -  .114 

A    2 


I       N      D       E       X. 

Kyrnn 

Chrift's  Compaliion,            -          Uk  .        35 

— Death,             -             -             -  -     123 

Example,             -               -  134 

Priefthood  and  Aaf on's  compared,         1 1 6 

— Propitiation  improved,           -  ■  60 

Regard  to  little    Children,  -            115 

Chriftian  Love,             -               -  .124 

fupported,              -             -  -     145 

Patience  and  Fortitude,  -          18 

■ Privileges  and  Obligations,  -           5 

Comforts  of  Religion,                 -  31 

Companion,          -             -             -  32 

Complaint  of  Ingratitude,             -  -         33 

Confeffion,             -             -  -           9 

D 

Day  of  Grace  and  Hope,             -  -          62 

Death  of  Chrift,             -              -  -         123 

• and  Eternity,                   -  .;          77 

Divine  Benevolence,            -             -  -           37 

— Counfels,               -             -  76 

Sovereignty,              -           -  -           39 

Dying    Saint,         -           -             -  -           24 

E 

Early  Death,                 -               -  30 

Piety,   Benefit  of,                -  -            6 

Earth   and   Heaven,                  -  165 

Enthufiaim  and  Superfrition,            -  135 
Envy,          -----        140 

Equity,  universal  Law  of,             -  57 

Eternity  and  Immenfity   of  God,  -           73 

Excellency   of  the  Bible.               -  So 

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Faith,  the  Power  of,                   -  -         84 

Faith  and  Repentance  encouraged  by  the    7 

Sacrifice  of  Chrift,         -             -  j" 


INDEX.  in 

Hymn 

Falfe    Repentance,             -               -  .152 

Family  Religion,               -               -  141 

Fait  D xy  in  Time  of  War,             -  93 

Faft  Day,             -             -             -  -        106 

Funeral  Hymns,                -                 -  36  &  109 

Funeral  Thought,               -             -  -         69 

Funeral  of  a  young  Perfon,           -  -       no 


Give  us  this  Day  our  daily   Bread,  -         89 

God,  Confidence   in,              -           -  72 

exalted  above  all  Praiie,  96 

Incomprehenlible,                -  65 

Love    to               -               -  104. 

Reliance  upon,          -              -  100 

Wifdom  of  in  his  Works,  -        126 

juiHfied   in  the  Appointments  of  this  7 

Life,  and  of  another,         -  J     150 

God's  Eternity  and  Immenfity,         -  -         73 

Majeity,           -             -  74 

tender  Care  of  his  Church,  -         41 

Good,  all  Things  working  for,         -  -         61 

Gofpel,  Invitation   of,                 -  23 

Rational  Defence  of,  48 

Grace,  renewing,   Neceffity  of,         -  129 

Gratitude,                -              -              -  -          97 

Nature's  Call  to,            -  "34 

Gravity   and  Decencv,                -  51 

Crave  fanclified  by  Chrift,              -  -          85 

Growing  in  Grace,            -             -  -         91 

H 

Happy  Poverty,              -                -  -83 
I  leavens  declare  the  Being  and  Glory  of  God,  38 

Heaven  invifible  and  holy,             -  63 

Heavenly  Vifitant,              -              -  15-7 

Hid.lc-n  Life  cf  a  Chri&ian,           -  -         45 


ir  INDEX. 

Hymn 

Holinefs  and  Grace,          -            -  66 

Hope  in  Diftrefs,              -            -  128 

■ none  excluded  from,             -  49 

Hopeful  Youth  falling  ftiort  of  Heaven,  46  &  47 

Humility,  firft  Part,          -             -  21 

fecond  Part,                 -  -         2  2 

Humility,  Tendernefs  and  Sympathy,  -       147 
Hymns,   Inefficacy  of,  without  Devotion,      166 

Hypocrify  towards  Man,             -  16 

J 

Jefus  Chrift,          -             -             -  62 

Compaffion  of,          -            -  •         35 

worfhipped  by  all  the  Creation,  •         70 

Ignorance  of  Man,           -             -  25 

Importance  of  Time,         -             -  13 
Inefficacy  of  Hymns   without  Devotion,        166 

Ingratitude,  Complaint  of,            -  *         33 

Invitation   of  the  Gofpel,              •  -         23 

Invocation  to  praife  the  Lord,             ~  90 

Inoffenfivenefs,               -               -  17 

Invifible  Author  of  Nature,           -  -         28 

Juftice,               -              .              -  -         19 

Juftice  and  Equity,           -  52 

< and  Truth,            -             -  53 


Law  and  Gofpel  diftinguifhed,         -  -       121 

Leflbn  of  human   Frailty,             -  -         149 

Life   the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope,  -         62 

Longing  for  the  Prefence  of  Chrift,  -       102 

Lord's  Prayer,               -               -  88 

Love  to  God,                 -               -  104 

M 

Majefty  of  God,               -  74 

Marriage,             -             -            -  142 


I     N     D       E       X 


Hyrmi 
20 


Mecknefs, 

Mercy,  -  *      ■ 

and  Trutli  met  together,  -       127 

Morning  Hymns,  -         -  9*t*Si*lS* 

Moles,  Aaron  and  Jefus,  -  1Vi 

and  Chriit,  -  "  % ....  94 

N 

Nativity  of  Chriit,              -  -             -  107 

Nature's  Call  to  Gratitude,  -            -  34 

Neceffity   and    Bleflednefs    of  Revelation,  164 

None  excluded  from  Hope,  -             -  49 

No  Reft  on  Earth,            -  -            -  132 


Penitent,  4 

Penitential  Hymn,              -             -  .105 

Perfection  of  Scripture,                 -  IX7 
Periecution,           - 

Phyfician  Great,                -             -  '      „I3° 
Praife,              -             -             -             -       26  &  29 

to  the  Creator,         -             -  -         I3I 

for  Creation  and  Providence,  -         78 

Invocation  to,                         -  9° 

for  national  Peace,               -  -       IIX 

for  Redemption,                -  79 

Prayer,               -  8 

Pride,                 -                -               -  -14 

in  Cloaths,              -              -  -         81 

Priefthood  of  Chrift  and  Aaron  compared,     116 
Propitiation  of  Chrift  improved,         -         -         63 

Profpeft  of  the  Refurreftion,           -  -       x33 

Profperity,                   -                  -  -       "39 

Providence,                 -                 -  -         86 

Power  of  Faith,               -  -84 


vi  INDEX. 

R  Hymn 

Rational  Defence  of  the  Gofpel,  -        48 

Redemption,               -                  -  *         75 

Reliance  upon  God,                 -  100 

Rejoice,  O   young  Man,  &c.  -             161 

Religion,  the  Comforts  of,            -  31 

alone  anfwers  the  Defires  of  Man,     155 

Refignation,               -                 -  -112 

RefurrecTion,  a  Profpect  of,             -  133 

Retirement  and  Meditation,           -  -       122 

Return  from  Sea,             -             *  iox 


Sabbath-Day,                 -               -  27  &  153 
Sacrifice  of  Chrift,  Faith  and  Repentance,  "J 

encouraged  by,           -              -  J       59 

Saint  prepared  to  die,                 -  68 

Scriptures,  Perfection  of,             -  -           117 

Self-Dependence,                     -  -             12 

Seif-Examination,                     -  -             136 

< for  the  Evening,  -         42 

Seafonable  Showers,                -  -             87 

Sicknefs,  Thoughts  in,  99 

Sincerity,                  -                 -  50 

Storm  and  Thunder,                 -  -         137 

Strength  from  Heaven,  40 

Submiffion  to  afflictive  Providences,  «=■        67 

».  under  Afflictions,           -  -          156 

Sufferings  of  Chrift,             -  -               114 


Temperance,  54 

Thanklgiving,  •                      -              1 1 

Things  of  good  Report,  -                           56 

Thoughts  in  Sicknefs,  -                 -            99 


INDEX.  vn 

Hymn 

Time  of  general  Sicknefs,              -  -  103 

—  Importance  of,                       -  -  13 

To   Jeius    Chriil  the  Eternal  Life,  -  J25 

Toleration,             -              -  .  -  1 

To  the   invifible  Author  of  Nature,  -  28 

Tranfient   Goodnefs,          -             -  -  10 

True  Way  to  pleafe  God,          -  -  160 

Truth  and  Sincerity,         -             -  -  50 


Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal,  98 

Virtuous  Contemplation  of  Mortality,  -       146 

Virtuous  Ufe    of  Profperity,            -  -     154 

Univerfal  Law  of  Equity,            -  -         57 

Prefence   and  Infpeclion  of  God,       148 

Vow,                -             .               .  -             7 

W 

Wifdom's  Expostulation  with  Sinners,  -           3 

Wifdom  of  God  in  his  Works,         -  -       126 

World   a   poor  Exchange,          -  -         162 


Year  crowned  with  divine  Goodnefs,  -  92 
Young  encouraged  to  feek  and  love  Chrift,  108 
Youth  and  Judgment,  -  -  -       123 


C    i    ) 

HYMN     I. 

Toleration. 

I. 

ALL  knowing  God,  'tis  thine  to  know 
The  fprings  whence  wrong  opinions  flow  ; 
To  judge,    from   principles    within, 
When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  fin. 

II. 
Who  among  men,  high  Lord  of  all, 
Thy  fervants   to  his   bar  may   call  ; 
Decide   of  herefy,   and   fhake 
A  brother  o'er  the  flaming  lake  ? 

III. 
Who  with  another's   eye  can  read  ? 
Or  worfhip   by   another's   creed  ? 
Revering  thy  command  alone, 
We  humbly  feek  and  ufe  our  own. 

IV. 
If  wrong,  forgive  ;  accept,   if  right  ? 
While  faithful   we  obey  our   light, 
And  cens'ring  none,  are  zealous  frill 
To   follow   as  to  learn  thy  will. 

V.  ' 
When  fhall  our  happy  eyes  behold 
Thy  people  fafliion'd  in  thy  mould  ; 
And  charity  our   lineage   prove 
Deriv'd  from  thee,  O  God  of  love  ? 

B  HYMN 


2  HYMNS. 

H  Y  M  N    II. 
Perfecution. 

I. 

ABSURD  and  vain  attempt !  to  bind 
With  iron  chains  the  free-born  mind  ; 
To  force  convi£iion,  and  reclaim 
The  wand'ring  by  deftru&ive  flame  : 

II. 
Bold  arrogance  !  to  fnatch  from  Heav'n 
Dominion  not  to   mortals  giv'n  : 
O'er  conscience  to  ufurp  the  throne, 
Accountable  to  God  alone. 

III. 
Mad  zeal  !   that  with  hell-fury  burns, 
The  rights  of  God  and  man  o'erturns  : 
Whofe  blind  prefumption  fan&ifies 
Murders,   rebellions,   plots,  and  lies. 

IV. 
That  fills  the  world  with  blood  and  woe, 
That  hurls  down  kingdoms  at  a  blow, 
That  butchers  fouls,  and  peoples  hell 
With  converts  which  its  arms  compel. 

V. 
Thus  Rome  afferts  her  proud  decrees, 
Inforc'd  bv  fierce   anathemas  ; 
And  wakens  vengeance,  to  devour 
The   foes  of  Antichriftian  pow'r. 

VI. 
Jefus,  thy  gentle  law  of  love 
Does  no  fuch   cruelties  approve  : 
Mild  as  thyfelf,  thy  doftrine  wields 
No  arms,   but  what  perAiufion  yields. 

VII. 


HYMNS. 

VII. 

By  proofs  divine,  and   reafon  (hong, 
It  draws  the  willing  foul   along  ; 
And  conquefts  to  thy  church  acquires. 
By  eloquence  which  heav'n  infpirefi. 

VIII. 

O  happy,  who  are  thus  compelled 
To  the  rich  feafl  by  Jefus  held  ; 
May  we  our  bleffings  know  ;  and  prize 
The  light  which  liberty  fupplies. 

HYMN    III. 
Wifdom  s  ExpoftuJation  with  Sinners. 

I. 

^npiS  Wifdom's  earned:  cry; 
A     Wifdom  the  voice  of  God, 
To  voung  and  old,  the  low  and  high, 
Utters  his   will  abroad. 

II. 

Within  the  human  breaft, 
Her  ftrong  monitions  plead, 
She  thunders  her  divine   proteft, 
Again  it  th'  unrighteous  deed. 

III. 

Within   the    holy    place 
She  calls  with  open  arms  ; 
44  How  long  ye  fools  will  ye  embrace 
'■  Folly's  deceiving  charms. 

IV. 


4  HYMNS. 

IV. 

"The  race  of  man  I  love, 

"  In  mercy  I  chaflife  : 
"  Severely  faithful  I  reprove  ; 

41  Hear,  mortals,  and  be  wife. 
V. 

"  My  houfe,  a  royal  pile, 

"  Invites  you  through  its  gate, 
M  O  leave  the  wilds  of  fin  and  guile, 

s*  And  enter  ;  ere  too  late. 
VI. 

"  My  joys,   unfenfual,  tafre  ; 

"  Come,  drink  of  Wifdom's  wine. 
4i  No  forrow  poifons  my  repaft, 

"  The  banquet  is  divine. 
VII. 

"  Honour  and  peace,  with  me, 

"  And   life  immortal  dwell. 
"  Your  ways  of  woe  and  infamy 

"  Take  hold  of  death  and  hell." 


HYMN     IV. 
The  Penitent. 

t. 

OUR  flowing  urns,  ye  fountains,  lend, 


Y 


To  fill  thefe  failing  eyes  ; 
While  mourning  in  the  duft  I  bend, 
Till  mercy  bid  me  rife. 
II. 
Yes,  I  have  known,  from  childhood  known, 

My    God,  thy  holy  will  : 
Too  negligent,  I  bluihing  own. 
Thy  orders  to  fulfil, 

III, 


HYMNS. 

III. 

Thy  friendly  voice,  without,  within, 

In   cieareft  warnings    (pike  : 
"  There  winds  the  way  of  death  and  fin, 

M  The  path  oi'  glory  take." 

IV. 

Unheeding  what  thy  voice  advis'd, 

I   wont   perverfely  wrong  ; 
The   caution   and  the  hope  defpis'd, 

And  madly  rulh'd  along. 

V. 

Sometimes  I  paus'd,  and  fighing  faid, 

I  will   thefe  ways   forfake. 
Soon,  by  Tome  headftrong  luft  o'erfway'd, 

The  ieeble  vow   I  brake. 

VI 

Ah  !  whither  has  my  folly  rov'd  ? 

Loft  on  perdition's   ground, 
From  thy    ((ill   waters   far   remov'd, 

What  pafture  have   I   found  ? 

VII. 

WandYmg  for  reft,  where  reft  is  none, 

By   guilt  and   fear  purfu'd  ; 
Idle,  employ 'd,  in  crowds,   alone, 

Sad  images  I  view'd. 

VIII. 

Was  this  the  great  and  good  defign. 

For  which  I   faw  the   dav  ? 
Was  reafon  giv 'n,  that  beam  divine, 

Thus  to  be   flung  away  ? 

B  2  IX. 


6  HYMNS. 

IX. 

Ingrate,  thy  bleflings   I  mifus'd, 

O  thou  long-fufPring   Lord. 
Thy  law  contemn'd  and  grace  abusM 

Demand  thy  damning  word. 

HYMN    V. 

Chriftian  Privileges  and  Obligations. 

I. 

DOST  thou  my  worthlefs  name  record 
Free  of  thy  holy  city,  Lord  ? 
Am   I,  a   (inner,  call'd  to  (hare 
The  precious  privileges  there  ? 

II. 

Art  thou,  my  king,  my  father  fly  I'd  ? 
And  I,  thy  fervant  and  thy  child  ? 
While  more  than  half  the  human  race 
Are  aliens  from  thy  Zion's  grace. 

III. 

Lo,  wretched  millions  draw  their  breath 
In  lands  of  ignorance  and  death  : 
But  1  enjoy  my   line  of  time, 
Vvrithin  thy  gofpel's  favourite  clime. 

IV. 

Pardon  aflur'd,  and  heav'n  difplay'd, 
Baniih  my  fears,  my  hopes  pei  made  : 
And  precepts,  plentiful, and  clear, 
Through  life  my  dang'rous  voyage  fleer. 


HYMNS. 

V. 
Shall  I  receive  this  grace  in  vain  ? 
Shall  I  my  great  vocation   ftain  ? 
Away,  ye  works  in  darknefs  wrought ; 
Awav.  each  mean  and  wanton  thought. 

7  VI. 

My  foul,  I  charge  thee  to  excel 
In  thinking  right  and  afting  well. 
Deep,  deep,  thy  fearching  pow'rs  engage, 
Unbiafs'd,   in  the  heav'n-born  page. 

VII. 
Heighten  the  force  of  good   defire, 
To  deeds  of  mining  worth  afpire  : 
More  firm  in  fortitude,   defpife 
The  world's   feducing  vanities. 

VIII. 
Strong  and  more  ftrong,  thy  paffions  rule  ; 
Advancing  flill  in  virtue's  ichool  ; 
Contending  ftill  with  noble   ftrife, 
To  emulate  thy  Saviour's  life. 

HYMN    VI. 

Benefit  of  early  Piety. 

I. 

COME,  children,  learn  the  heav'nly  art, 
To  make  your  growing  years 
Ail  happy,  and  defend  your  heart 
From  guilt,  diftrefs,  and  fears. 

Remember  him  who  gave  you  breath, 

Remember  him  who^ly'd 
To  fave  you  from  eternal   death  : 

His  precepts  be  your  guide. 


g  H    Y    M    N    S. 

III. 

What  ornaments  a  young  man  grace, 

In    piety    approv'd  ! 
How  lovely  virtue's  blooming  face  ! 

By  God  and  man  belov'd. 
IV. 
Virtue  in  early  youth  begun 

The  man  with  eafe  purfues  ; 
And  when  his  mortal  courfe  is  run, 

In   heav'n  his  life  renews. 
V. 
Fond  parents,  with  religious  care 

Your  tender  offspring  train  : 
Warn  them  of  ev'ry  ambulh'd  fnare, 

And  fow   the  pious  grain. 
VI. 
Thus  the  great  Father  gives  command, 

Thus  fpeaks  a  parent's  love. 
Know,  judgment's  awful  day,  at  hand, 

Your  faithfulnefs  will  prove. 

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HYMN    VII. 

"The  Vow. 

I. 

MY  heart  is  fix'd,  the  firm  decree 
Is  ratify'd  within  my  breaft, 
I  vow  my  foul,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
In  thee  alone  I  feek  my  reft. 
II. 
Adieu,  ye  vain  defires,  adieu  ; 

Ye  luffs  of  every  name,  farewell  : 
I  bar  all  fellowship  with  you, 
I  mean  no  more  to  live  for  hell. 


III. 


HYMNS. 

III. 

In  diflipat  ion's  magic  ground, 

In  bufy  fcenes  of  toil  and  care, 
What  pleafures,  or  what  gains  are  found, 

Which  may  with  thine,  O  Lord,  compare  ? 
IV. 
Pleafures,  which  yield  no  peace,  I  leave  ; 

Wealth  hut  a  fpoil  for  death,  I  fpurn  : 
Hopes  I  embrace  which  ne'er  deceive, 

For  wealth  which  never  dies,  I  burn. 
V. 
To   faith's   heroic   war  I   rife. 

Nor  dread  my  ftrong  and  wily  foes  ; 
Safe  in  the  arms  thy  word  fupplies, 

Led  by  the  wifdom  it  beftows. 

HYMN    VIII. 

Prayer. 

I. 

OUR  Father,  thron'd  above  the  ikies, 
To  thee  my  empty  hands  I  fpread. 
Thy  child  of  duft  beneath  thee  lies, 
Who  afks  thy  blefling  on  his  head. 

Let  mercy  all  my  fins  difpel, 

As  a  dark  cloud  before  the  beam. 
My  foul  from  bondage  and  from  hell. 

To  liberty  and  life  redeem. 
III. 
With  cheerful  hope  and  filial  fear, 

In  that  auguft  and  precious  name 
By  thee  ordain'd,  I  now  draw  near  ; 

And  would  the  promis'd  blefling  claim. 

IV. 


§»  HYMNS. 

IV. 

On  thy  good  promifes  I   lean, 
Thy  truth  can  never,   never  fail  ; 

Though  ftedfaft  earth  and  heav'n's  great  fcene 
Shall  perifh  like  an  ev'ning  tale. 

Will  not  an   earthly  parent  feel 

The  cravings  of  his  child  in  need  ! 
Will  he  prefent  a  piece  of  fteel 

For  bread,  his  hungry  mouth  to  feed  ? 
VI. 
Cur  heav'nly  Father,  how  much  more 

Will  thy  divine  companions  rife  ; 
And  open  thy  unbounded   ftore, 

To  fatisfy  thy  childrens  cries  ? 
VII. 
Yes,  I  will  afk,  and  feek,  and  prefs, 

For  gracious  audience,  to  thy  feat ; 
Still  hoping,   waiting,   for  fuccefs, 

If  perfeverin^  to   intreat. 

vnI- 

For  Jefus,   in  his  faithful  word, 
The  patient  fupplicant  has  blefs'd  : 

And  ali  thy  faints,  with  fweet  accord, 
The  prevalence  of  pray'r  atteft. 

HYMN    IX. 

ConfeJJion. 

I. 

OGOD,  the  holy  and  the  juft, 
Look  not  with  anger's  flafliing  eye, 
Bt:iiold  me   pvoftrate  in  the   dult, 
Hear  a  lamenting  Turner's  figh. 


HYMNS.  ii 

II. 

Mv   Tins  like  ocean's   fands  abound, 

My  fins  are  ftain'd  with  crimfon  hue  : 
Their  burden  finks  me  to  the  ground. 

To  heav'n  I  dare  not  lift  my  view. 
III. 
Above  the  fowls  that  fwitn  in  air. 

Above  the  beafts  which  graze  below  ; 
Reafon,  thy  noble  gift,  I  (hare  ; 

By  reafon  taught,  thy  laws  I  know. 
IV. 
How  blefl  !   if  I  to  reafon's  voice 

Had  yielded  an   obeying   ear  : 
Bled  !   if  thy  will  had  been  my  choice, 

Thou  my  delight,  and  thou  my  fear. 
V. 
But  oh  !   the  paflions  in  my  frame, 

Inwrought  bvthee  tor  wifeft  end, 
With  blindfold  violence  o'ercame 

Reafon,  and  conscience  reafon's  friend. 
VI. 
In  reafon's  aid  thy  gofpel   ltrove, 

I  heeded  not,  but  onward  ran  : 
The  ways  of  ruin  were  my  love, 

O  what  a  flubborn  thing  is  man  ! 
VII. 
Lord,   I   am  worthy  to   receive 

The  dreadful  fentence,  "Thou  (hd.lt  die  :" 
But  ere  the  fatal  ftrcke  thou  give, 

O  turn  thy   face  to  Calvary. 

H  Y  M  N 


12  HYMNS. 

HYMN    X. 

Tranjient  Goodnefs. 

I. 

WHERE,  O  my  foul,  O  where 
Thy  image  (hall  I  view  ? 
In  the  light  cloud  which  melts  in  air,- 
Or  in  the  early  dew. 
II. 
This  hour,  with  flowing  tears 
My   follies  I  bewail  : 
The  next,  my  heart  a  wafte  appears, 
Where  all  the  fountains  fail. 

III. 
Now,  as  the  wax   in  flame 
Diflblves,  and  takes  the  feal : 
The  tend'reft  touch  of  grief  and  fhame 
Alternately  I  feel. 

IV. 
To  day,  her  glimmering  light 
Hope  kindles   in   my  breafl : 
The  morrow,   with  defpair's  black  night, 
Has  all  my  foul  oppreft. 

O  my  unftedfaft  mind, 

Toft  between  good  and  ill  ! 
With  fteady  courfe  the  brutal  kind 

Their  Maker's  law  fulfil. 
VI. 

O    miferable    Mate 

Of  hope  by  fear  fubdu'd  \ 
On  thee,  O  Lord,  for  help  I  wait ; 

Fix,  fix,  my  foul  in  good. 

HYMN 


Y 


HYMNS.  13 

HYMN    XL 
Thank/giving, 

I. 

£S — it  was  Thou,  whofe  gracious  care 


Educ'd  me  from  the  womb, 
Sent  me  to   drink  thy  healthful  air, 
And  nurs'd  my  tender  bloom. 
II. 
Thy  gentle  hand  my  feet  upheld, 

In   childhood's    flippery   way ; 
Ere  yet  my  tongue  thy  name  had  fpell'd, 
Thy  name  was  all  my  flay. 
III. 
My  ripening  years  were  ftill  purfu'd 

With  mercies   from  above  : 
Thy  bounty  raiment  gave,  and  food, 
And  loaded  me  with    love. 
IV. 
If  trouble's   heavy  arm  was  near, 

Thy  pity  felt  my  figh  ; 
Knew  all  my  forrow,  all  my  fear, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 
V. 
When  I  behold  von  azure  fpace, 

Spangled  with  liars,  and  fee 
Th'  imperial  moon's  refulgent  face, 
Wond'ring,  I  think  on  thee. 
VI. 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  man   mould  gain 

Thv   condefcending  view  ? 
That  e'er  thy  majefty  mould  deign 
Such  favour  to  renew  ? 

C  VII 


i4  HYMNS, 

VII. 

And   what  am  I,  leaft  worthy  I 

Of  all  who  creep  below, 
That  thou  wilt  pafs  my   follies  by, 

And  fo  much  goodnefs  fhow  ? 
VIII. 
O  fummon  thy  whole  ftrength,  my  foul, 

To  blefs  thy  God  alone. 
O  memory,  all  his  boons  enrol  ; 

I  charge  thee,  lofe  not  one. 

HYMN    XII. 
Self  Dependence. 

I. 

GOD  reigns  :  Events  in  order  flow, 
Man's   induftry   to  guide  ; 
But  in  a  diff'rent  channel  go, 
To  humble  human  pride. 
II. 
The  fwift  not  always,  in  the  race, 
Shall   feize  the  crowning  prize  : 
Not  always  wealth  and  honour  grace 
The  labour  of  the   wife. 
III. 
Fond  mortals  but  themfelves   beguile, 

While  on  themfelves  they  reft. 
Blind  is  their  wifdom,   weak  their  toil, 
By  thee,  O  Lord,  unbleft. 
IV. 
Go,  hufoandman,   the  foil   prepare, 

•Call  in  the  precious  grain. 
To  thee   belongs  the  fun  and  air  ? 
Dofl  thou  command  the  rain  ? 

V 


HYMNS.  15 

V. 

Yc  crafty,  fcheme   your  winding  way, 

God   fhall  confound   your  flu  11  ; 
Know,  time   and  accident  obey 

His  all   dire&ing  will. 
VI. 
Evil   and  good  before  him  ftand, 

His  million  to  perform  ; 
The  ble  fling  comes  at    his    command, 

At   his  command  the   ftorm. 
VII. 
O   Lord,  in  all  our  ways  we'll  own 

Thy  providential  pow'r  ; 
Intruding  to  thy   care    alone, 

The  let  of  ev'ry  hour. 

«fc*  'If1  *  J" 

H  Y  M  N    XIII. 
The  Importance  of  'Time. 

I. 

TIME,  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh  ! 
How   few  will   eftimate  a  day  ! 
Days,  months  and  years  keep  rolling  on, 
The   foul   negle&ed    and  undone. 

II. 
In    painful   cares,   or  empty  joys, 
Our   life  its  precious  hours  deftroys  : 
While  death   ftands  watching  at  our  fide, 
Ea^er  to  flop  the   living  tide. 

III. 
Was  it   for  this,   ye   mortal  race, 
The  Maker  gave  you  here   a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this,   his  thought  defign'd 
The   frame  of  your  immortal   mind  ? 


36  HYMN    S. 

XV. 
For  lofty  cares,   for  joys  fublime, 
He  fafhion'd  you  the  Tons  of  time  \ 
Pilgrims  of  time,   ere   long  to  be 
The  dwellers  in  eternity. 

V. 
This  feafon  of  your  being,    know, 
Is  portion 'd  you  your   deeds  to  fow, 
"Wifdom's  and  folly's  differing  grain, 
In   future  worlds  is  blifs  and  pain. 

VI. 
Be   warn'd.     Each  night  the  day  review, 
Idle,  or  bufy  ;    fearch  it  through  : 
And   while   probation's  minutes   laft, 
Let  every  day  amend  the  pa  ft, 

♦^-♦^■■^ 

HYMN    XIV. 
Pride. 

I. 

Pride,  thou  dropfy  of  the  mind, 


o 


Of  felf-delufion   born, 
Hateful  to  God,   by  all   mankind 
In   others   feen  with   fcorn. 
II. 
Shall   finning  man,   O  Lord,  prefume, 

To   glory   in  thy  fight  ? 
Himfelf  on    his  own  virtues  plume  ? 
And    claim  thy   heav'n  by  right  ? 
III. 
I   boaft  of  none,   in   none  I  truft, 

For  mercy,   Lord,   I    fue, 
Ah  !   were   my  judge   feverely  juft, 
Perdition  is  my  due. 

IV. 


HYMNS.  r, 

IV. 

Shall  mortal   man,   fo  blind  and  weak, 

On  his   own  pow'rs  depend  ? 
In  thee   I  hope,  thy  blefling  feek, 

O  guide  me  and  defend. 
8  V. 

Shall   man    his  brother  man  defpife, 

Vain  of  excelling  worth  ? 
And  view  afkance,  with  haughty  eyes, 

His  fellow   worm  of  earth  ? 
VI. 
Who  made  my  birth,  or  ftation,   high  ? 

Another's  mean  and  low  ? 
Who  made  that  poor  man's   cup   fo  dry  ? 

But  mine   to  overflow  ? 
VII. 
My  pride   (hall  nobler   talents  fwell  ? 

Who   made'  yon   ideots   fmall  ? 
Who    gave   me  talents  to    excel  ? 

Who  but  the  God  of  all  ? 
VIII. 
O  come,  mcek-ey'd  humility, 

Come,  dwell  within  my  breaft, 
Thus,   Jefus,  I  would  learn  of  thee, 

And    feci  thy  promis'd  reft. 

*eg*  *§***!+ 

HYMN     XV. 
Anger  and  Meeknefs. 

I. 

MARK,   when   tcmpeftuous  winds  arife, 
The  wild  confufion  and  uproar  ; 
All  ocean  mixing  with   the  fkies, 
And  (hip wrecks  dafh'd  upon  the  fliore. 

1  C  s  II. 


a  HYMNS. 

II. 

Not  lefs   confufion  racks  the  mind. 

By  its  own  fierce  ideas  toft  ; 
When  reafon  is  to  rage  refign'd, 

And  in  the  whirl  of  paflion  loll. 
III. 
O  felf-tormenting  child  of  Pride, 

Anger,  bred  up  in  hate  and  ftrife  ; 
Ten  thoufand  ills,  by  thee  fupply'd, 

Mingle  the  cup  of  bitter  life. 
IV. 
Happy  the  meek,  whofe  gentle  breaft, 

Serene  as  fummer's  evening  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions   of  the  bleft, 

Enjoys  on  earth  celeftial  day. 
V. 
No  friendfhips  broke  their  bofoms  fting, 

No  jars  their  peaceful  tents  invade, 
Safe  underneath  Almighty  wing, 

And,  foes  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 
VI. 
Spirit  of  grace,  all  meek  and  mild, 

With  thy  whole  felf  our  fouls  po fiefs  : 
Pa  (lion  and  pride  be  hence  exil'd, 

So  mall  our  frame  thy  own  exprefs. 

«*§&■ *$**&> 

H  Y  M  N    XVI. 
Hypocrify  towards  Man. 

I. 

CONDITION  hard  of  focial  life, 
When  love  and  prudence  are  at  fti  ife 
While  that  the  kindeft  thoughts  infpires, 
This   caution  and  diftrim  require:, 


II 


HYMN    S.  19 

II. 

Fa! (hood  alas  !  too  oft  we  meet, 
And  for  a  friend  a  Joab  greet  : 
With  fmiles  and  foftefl:  fpeech  care  ft, 
We  feel  the  poniard  in  our  bread, 

III. 
There  are,  who  in  my  happy  days, 
Will  eat   my   bread  and  found  my  praife  : 
But   when  my  fcftal  times  are  o'er, 
Shun,  as  they  would  the  plague,  my  door. 

IV. 
There  is,  whofe  heart  I  fondly  thought," 
In  the  fame  mould  with  mine  was  wrought  ; 
To  whom   my  fecret  I  unclos'd, 
And  my  whole  naked  foul  expos'd. 

V. 
Ere  long  his  falfhood  he  betray 'd  ; 
He  publihYd  counfels  of  the  (hade 
On  the  houfe-top  :   Yea  join'd  my  foe, 
And  wove  the  plot  to   lay  me  low. 

VI. 

O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove  ! 
Far  from   all  traitors  I'd  remove  : 
And  in  fome  lonely  riarmlefs  wild, 
Dwell  there    unknown  and   unbeguil'd, 

VII. 
O  rather,   Lord,  thy  fervant  give, 
In  love  and  wifdom  here  to  live  ; 
Till  thou  indulge  me    a  releafe, 
To  thy  own  world  of  truth  and  peace, 

HYMN 


as  HYMNS. 

HYMN    XVII. 
Inoffenjivenefs . 


WHILE  in  this  world  I  dwell, 
The  paths  of  fin  Til  fear  ; 
And,   pond'ring  all  my  goings  well, 
Walk   inoffenfive   here. 

II. 

My  ev'ry  flep   I'll   aim, 
As  warn'd  by  wifdom's    zeal  ; 
Left  e'er,  O   Lord,   thy   h<Hy  name 
By  me  a  wound  fhould  feel. 

Ill, 

To  me  let  no  man  owe 
His   hatred   of  thy  ways. 
From   me  let  no  man's  forrow  flow, 
The  guilt  of  no  man's  days. 

IV. 

Nor  will   I  rafhly  draw 
Man's  vengeance  on   my  head, 
By  warmth  untimely,  when  thy  law 
Under  their  feet  they  tread. 

V. 

Thus  blame! efs  mav  I   live, 
Thus  grace  the   faith   I   own  ; 
Thus  win   ev'n  infidels   to  give' 
Due  honours  to   thy  throne. 

*#$9»-tf4H§§» 

H  Y  M  N 


HYMNS.  2r 

HYMN    XVIII. 
Cbriftian  Patience  and  Fortitude* 

I. 

FATHER  of  lights,  my   footfteps  guide, 
Along  the   dang'rous  path  I  tread. 
Ne'er  fuffer   me  to  turn  afide, 
By  error  or  by   fin  milled. 

II. 
While  the  mad  world  around   me  fpend 

Their  days  in  folly  or  in  crime  ; 
O   that  my   feet   may   always  tend 

To  wife  redemption  of  my  time ! 

III. 

With  truth  illuminate   my  mind, 
Infpire  with   fortitude   my  heart  : 

Ne'er  let  me  wander  with  the  blind, 
Nor  waver  in  the  Chri (Han's   part. 

IV. 
Fafhion  and  crowds   confpire  in  vain, 

To  make  the  firmnefs   of  my  foul, 
All  your   allurements  I   difdain, 

God  only  mail  my  choice  controul. 

HYMN    XIX. 
Juflics. 

I. 

FORBID  it  heav'n!    that  e'er  I  eat 
The  bread  of  craltinefs  and  wrong  : 
A  curfe  would  poifon   all  my  meat, 
As  fatal   as  the  viper's  tongue. 

II. 


22  HYMNS. 

II. 

I  ne'er  will   raife  a  poor  man's   figh, 

His  hire  fhall  never  fwell  my  ftore, 
I  dread  the  poor  man's  plaintive  cry, 

I  fear  the  father  of  the  poor. 
III. 
If  I   in  darknefs    (bafe   mifdeed  !) 

AfFaflinate  my  neighbour's  fame  ; 
By  me  if  innocency  bleed, 

Cancel   from  earth  my  hated  name. 
IV. 
Ah  !  no ;    let  me   with   {bong  delight 

To  all  the  tax  of  duty  pay  ; 
Tender   of  every  focial   right, 

Revering  thy  all -righteous  fway. 

Such  virtue  thou   wilt  not  forget, 

In   worlds   where  every  virtue   mares 

High  recompence  ;    though  not  of  debt, 
But  which  thy  bounteous  grace  prepare! 

HYMN     XX. 
Mercy. 
I. 

BEHOLD   a  wretch  in   woe, 
A  brother  mortal  mourns  : 
My  eyes  with   tears,   for  tears,   o'erfiow. 
My  heart  his  fighs  returns. 

II. 
I  hear  the  thirfty  cry, 
The  famifh'd   beg  for  bread  : 
O   let  my  fpring  its  ftream   fupply, 
My  hand  it's  bounty  ihed. 


Ill, 


HYMNS.  23 

III. 

Lo  the  poor  debtor  Cues, 

Pale  at    the  penal  threat, 
A   ftarving  family    he  {hews ; 

I   cancel    all  the  d^bt. 
VI. 

And  mall   not  wrath  relent, 

Touch'd   by  that  humble  ftraln, 
My  brother   crying   M  I  lepent, 

44  Nor  will  offend  again  ?" 
V. 

How  elfe,   on  fprightly  wing, 

Can  hope  bear  high   my  pray'r 
Up   to  thy   throne,  my   God,  my  king, 

To  plead  for  pardon  there..        * 
VI. 

The  pitiful    and    kind 

Thy  pity    will    repay, 
With'  thee  (hall  the  forgiving  find  f 

A  fweet  forgiving   day. 
VII. 

But  juftice   lifts   her   fcale, 

And  makes  her   rod  on  high  : 
Nor  pray'rs,  nor  fighs,  nor  tears  avail 

The  fons  of  cruelty. 

HYMN    XXL 

Humility. 
First  Part. 
I. 

WAS  pride,  alas  !  e'er  made  for  man  ? 
Blind,  erring,  guilty  creature  he, 
His  birth  the  duft,  his  life  a  fpan, 

His  v/ifdom  lefs  than  vanity,  „ 


24  HYMNS 


K-# 


II. 

If  wealth  and  pow'r  and  dazzling  rays 

And  pageant   {late  this  nothing  drefs  ; 
On  the   fair   idol   fhall  we  gaze  ? 

And  envy  that  as  happinefs. 
III. 
Jefus,   by  thy  inftruclion  taught, 

Our  fooliih  paflions   are  repreft  : 
We  blufh   at  our  mifguided  thought, 

And  fee   and  call  the  humble  bleil. 
IV. 
To  know  ourfelves,  to  learn  of  thee, 

And  bend  our  necks  beneath  thy  throne, 
Thus  dictates  wife   humility, 

This  makes  the  wealth  oi  heav'n  our  own. 

HYMN    XXIL 
Humility. 
Second  Part. 
I. 

BLEST  men  of  lowly  mind, 
In  felf-opinion  poor  ; 
For  you  what  honour  is  defign'd  ! 
For  you,  what  princely   ilore  ! 

In  time's   fhort  joys  and   fighs, 

Thank fu.l   or   meekly    ftili  ; 
Whate'er  he  gives  you,  or  denies, 

You  love  your  Father's  will. 
III. 

The  high  and  holy  One,     . 

Who   all  his  works  furveys, 
Marks  you,  from  his  eternal  throne, 

As  temples  to  his  praife.  ,y 


HYMN    S.  <<> 

IV. 

To  you,   to  vou   he  bends 

His    condefcending  ear  ; 
To  you  his   pow'rful   arm   extends, 

In   ev'ry  want   and    fear, 
V. 

From    your   mifgiving  breaft 

Sad  diffidence   remove. 
Why,  children,  are  your  fouls   deprefl  ? 

Why  doubt   your   Father's  love  ? 
VI. 

With    mildnefs    in  his    face, 

Your    weaknefTes   he   views. 
To   humble  worfhippeis,   his  grace 

He   never   will   reiufc. 
VII. 

From  the   proud   pharifee 

His  countenance  he  turns  : 
But  will    not    with  difpleafure   fee 

A   publican   who  mourns. 

*%*«&«%¥ 

HYMN     XXIII. 
The  Invitation  of  the  Go/pel. 

I. 

LET  ev'ry  mortal   ear   attend, 
And    ev'ry  heart   rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel   founds, 
With   an  inviting  voice. 

Ho  !    all  ye  hungry   ftarving  fouls, 

That  feed   upon   the   wind, 
And  vainly  drive,  with   earthly  tovs 

To  fill  an   empty  mind. 

D  IIT. 


26  HYMN    S. 

III. 

Eternal   wifdom   has   prepared 

A  foul -reviving  feaft, 
And   bids  your  longing  appetites, 

The  rich  provifion  tafte. 
IV. 
Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for   living  ftreams, 

And   pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirfr, 

With  fprings  that   never  dry. 
V. 
Rivers  of  love  and    mercy   here 

In   a  rich  ocean  join  : 
Salvation   in    ahundance  flows, 

Like    floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
VI. 
Ye   perifhing  and  naked   poor, 

Who  work    with   mighty  pain, 
To    weave  a   garment  of  your  own, 

That  will  not  hide  your   fin. 
VII. 
Come    naked,   and   adorn   your  fouls, 

In  robes  prepar'd  by   God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 

And  dy'd  in  his    own  blood. 
VIII. 
Jefus  !  the  treafures  of  thy    love 

Are   everlafting   mines, 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  miferies  are, 

And  boundlefs    as  our   fins. 
IX, 
The  happy  gates  of  gofpel-grace, 

Stand  open   night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are    come  to  feek  fupplies, 

And  drive   our  wants  away. 

4f*-HS*+|*  HYMN 


w 


HYMNS.  ^7 

HYMN     XXIV. 
The  dying  Saint. 

I. 

HEN  life's  tempeftuous  florins  are  o'er  ; 
How  calm  he  meets  the  friendly  more, 
Who    liv'd   averfe   to    fin, 
Such    peace  on  virtue's  paths  attends, 
That   where  the   finner's  pleafure  ends, 
The   good    man's  joys   begin. 

II. 

See  fmiling  patience    fmooth  his  brow  ! 
See   bending   angels    downward  bow  ! 

To   liit   his   foul  on  high  ; 
While  eager  for  the  bleit  abode, 
He  joins  with  them  to  praife  the   God, 

Who  taught  him  how  to  die. 

III. 

The  horrors  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Thofe  horrors   which  the  wicked  feel, 

In  vain    their  gloom  difplay  ; 
For  he  who  bids  yon  comet   burn, 
Or,  makes  the  night  defcend,  can  turn 

Their   darknefs   into   day. 

IV. 

No  forrow  drowns   his  lifted  eyes, 
No    horror  wrefts   the  ftruggliug   fighs, 

As  from  the    finner's  breaft  ; 
His  God,    the  God  of  peace   and  love, 
Pours  kindly  folace   from  above, 

And  heals  his  foul   with  reft. 

V. 


lit  HYMN    S. 

V. 

O  grant,  my  Saviour,  and  my  friend, 
Such  joys  may  gild  my   peaceful   end, 

And  calm   my   evening  clofe  ; 
While  loos'd  from  ev'ry  earthly  tie, 
With   fteady  confidence   I   fly 

To   him,   from  whence    I  rofe. 

*%»*$***%+ 

HYMN     XXV. 
The  Ignorance  of  Man. 
I. 

BEHOLD  yon  new-born  infant  griev'd 
With  hunger,   thirfl   and    pain  ; 
That  afks   to    have    the   wants    reliev'd, 
It   knows  not   to  explain. 
II. 
Aloud  the  fpeechlefs  fuppliant  cries, 

And  utters,  as  it  can, 
The  woes  that  in    its   bofom  rife, 
And    fpeak  its  nature,   Man. 
III. 
That  infant,   whofe  advancing  hour 

Life's   various  forrows  try, 
(Sad    proof  of   fin's    tranfmiflive  pow'r) 
That  infant,    Lord,   am   I. 
IV. 
A  childhood  yet,  my  thoughts  confefs, 

Though   long  in  years  mature  ; 
Unknowing  whence   I    feel   diftrefs, 
And  where,   or  what  its  cure. 
V. 
Author  of  good,  to   thee  I  turn  ; 

Thy  ever  wakeful    eye 
Alone   can   all   my  "wants  difcern, 
Thy  hand  alone  fupply.  VI. 


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VI. 

O   let  thy  fear   within  me  dwell, 

Thy    love  my    footfteps  guide, 
That  love  ihall   vainer    loves  expel. 

That  fear,   all   fears   be  fide. 
VII. 
And  O,  by   error's  force  fubdu'd. 

Since  oft  my  ftubborn  will 
Prepoft'rous  fhuns  the   latent  good, 

And   grafps   the    fpecious  ill. 
VIII. 
Not  to  my  wffli,  but  to   my  want, 

Do   thou   thy   gifts   applv  : 
Unafk'd,  what  good  thou  knowefl,  grant, 

What  ill,   though  alk'd,   deny. 

HYMN     XXVI. 
Praife. 

I. 

PRAISE  to   God,    immortal   praife, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our   days  ; 
Bounteous  fource  of  every   joy, 
Let  thy  praife  our  tongues  employ. 

For    the    bleflings   of   the    field, 
For   the    ftores   the    gardens   yield, 
For    the    vine's    exalted    juice, 
For    the    generous    olive's    ufe. 

III. 
Flocks    that   whiten  all    the  plain, 
Yellow  {heaves    of  ripen'd  grain; 
Clouds    that   drop  their    fatt'ning  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffufe  : 

D  2  IV. 


3o  H    Y     M    N    S. 

IV. 

All  that  Spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters   o'er   the  fmiling  land  ; 
All   that   liberal   Autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o*erflowing    ftores  : 

V. 
Thefe  to  thee,  my  God,  we  owe  ; 
Source  whence  all  our  bleffings  flow  : 
And  for  thefe,  my  foul    fhall  raife, 
Grateful  vows  and  folemn   praife. 

VI. 
Yet,  mould  riling  whirlwinds   tear 
From   its   item  the  ripening  ear  ; 
Should  the  fig-tree's  blafted  (hoot 
Drop  her  greek  untimely   fruit ; 

VII. 
Should   the  vine  put   forth  no  more, 
Nor  the  olive  yield  her    ftore  ; 
Though  the  fick'ning  flocks  mould  fall, 
And  the  herds  defert  the   flail  ; 

VIII. 

Should  thine  alter'd   hand  reftrain 
The  early  and  the   latter  rain  ; 
Blafl:  each   opening  bud    of  joy, 
And  the  rifing  year  deftroy  ; 
IX. 

Yet  to  thee  my  foul   mould   raife 
Grateful   vows,  and  folemn  praife  j 
And,  v/hen   every  blefling's  flown, 
Love  thee — for  thyfelf  alone. 

HYMN 


HYMNS.  jr 

HYMN     XXVII. 

For  Sabbath   Day. 

I. 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray  ; 
Unleals  the  eye-lids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  encreafing  day. 

II. 

O  what  a  night  was  that,   which  wrap'd 

The   heathen  world  in  gloom  ! 
O   what  a   fun  which  broke  this   day, 

Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 
III. 
This   day  be  grateful   homage  paid, 

And    loud    hofannas  fung  ; 
Let  gladnefs  dwell   in  ev'ry   heart, 

And   praife  on    ev'ry   tongue. 

IV. 
Ten  thoufand  difFring  lips  fhall  join 

To   hail  this   welcome  morn, 
Which  fcatters  ble flings  from  its  wings, 

To  nations  yet  unborn. 
V. 
Jefus,  the   friend  of  human  kind, 

With  ftrong  companion  mov'd, 
Defcended   like  a  pitying   God, 

To  fave  the  fouls  he  lov'd. 
VI. 
The  pow'rs  of  darknefs  leagu'd  in  vain 

To  bind  his  foul    in  death  ; 
He  (hook  their  kingdom  when  he  fell, 

With  his  expiring  breath, 

VII, 


32  HYMNS. 

VII. 

Not  long  the  toils  of  hell  could  keep 

The  hope  of  Judah's  line  ; 
Coiruption  never  could  take  hold 

On  aught  fo  much  divine. 
VIII. 
And  now  his  conqu'ring  chariot  wheels 

Afcend   the   lofty  fkies  ; 
While  broke,  beneath  his  pow'rful  crofs, 

Death's  iron   fceptre  lies. 
IX. 
Exalted  high  at   God's  right  hand, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Through  him  is  pard'ning  love  difpens'd, 

And  boundlefs  bleflings  flow. 

And   ftill   for  erring,  guilty  man, 

A  brother's   pity  flows  ; 
And  ftill   his  bleeding  heart  is  touch'd 

With  mem'ry  of  our  woes. 
XI. 
To  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King, 

Glad  homage  let  me  give  ; 
And  ftand  prepar'd  like  thee  to  die, 

With   thee  that   I  may  live. 

HYMN     XXVIII. 
To  the  invifible  Author  of  Nature. 

I. 

HY  hand  unfeen  fuftains  the  poles, 


T 


On  which  this  vaft  creation  rolls 
The  ftarry  arch  proclaims  thy  pow'r, 
Thy  pencil  glows  in  every  flow'r  : 


HYMNS.  33 

II. 

In  thoufand  ftiapes  and  colours  rife 
Thy  painted   wonders  to  our   eyes  ; 
While  beafts  and  birds  with  lab'nng  throats, 
Teach  us  a  God  in  thoufand  notes. 

III. 
The  meaneft  part  in   nature's  frame, 
Marks  out  fome   letter  ot  thy  name. 
Where  fenfe  can  reach,  or  fancy  rove, 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  field  to  grove  : 

IV. 
Acrofs  the  waves,  around   the  fky, 
There's  not  a  fpot,  or  low  or  high, 
Where   the   Creator   has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footfteps  of  a  God. 

+^H- ■«§++§$♦ 

HYMN    XXIX, 

Praife. 

I. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker,   God! 
How  wond'rous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy   glories  how  diffus'd  abroad 
Through  the   creation's   frame  ! 

Nature  in  every  drefs 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thoufand  ways  t'  exprefs 

Thine  undiflembled  praife. 
III. 

In   native  white  and  red 

The  rofe  and   lilly  ftand, 
And  free  from  pride,  their  beauties  fpread, 

To  {hew  thy  flulful  hand. 

IV. 


.34  HYMNS. 

IV. 

The  lark  mounts  up  the  fky, 

With  unambitious  fong, 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praife  on  high 

Upon  her  artlefs  tongue. 
V. 

My  foul  would  rife  and  fing 

To  her  Creator  too  : 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 

And  pay  the  worfhip  due. 
VI. 

But  pride,  that  bufy  (in, 

Spoils  all  that  I  perforin  ; 
Curs!d  pride,  that  creeps  fecurely  in, 

And  fwelfs  a  haughty  worm. 
VII. 

Thy  glories  I  abate, 

Or  praife  thee  with  defign  ; 
Some  of  thy  favours  I  forget, 

Or  think  the  merit  mine. 
VIII. 

The  very  fongs  I  frame 

Are  faithlefs  to  thy  caufe, 
And  fteal  the  honours  of  thy  name 

To  build  their  own  applaufe. 
IX. 

Create  my  foul   anew, 

Elfe  all  my  worfhip's   vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 

Until   'tis  form'd   again. 

HYMN 


HYMNS.  35 

HYMN    XXX. 

Early  Death. 

I. 

LIFE  is  a  fpan,  a  fleeting   hour. 
How  foon  the  vapour   flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  tranfient  flow'r, 
That  ev'n  in  blooming   dies  ! 
II. 
De.ith   fpreads  like  winter's   frozen  arms, 

And  beauty   fmiles   no  more  ; 
Ah  !    where  are  now   thofe  rifiug  charms, 
Which  pleas'd  our  eyes  before  ? 
III. 
riie  once  lov'd   form,   now  cold  and  dead, 

Each   mournful  thought    employs  : 
And  nature  weeps   her  comforts  fled, 
And   wither'd   all    her  joys. 
IV. 
But  wait   the   interpofing  gloom, 

And    lo    ftern  winter   flies  ! 
And   dreft  in   beauty's  fairefl  bloom, 
The  flow'ry  tribes  arife. 
V. 
Hope  looks  be^onli*  the  bounds  of  time ; 

When  what  we  now   deplore, 
Shall   rife  in  full  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to   fade   no  more. 
VI 
Then  ceafe,  fond  nature,  ceafe  thy  tears, 

Religion   points   on  high  ; 
There  everlafting  fpring   appears, 
And   joys  that  cannot  die. 

HYMN 


36  HYMNS. 

HYMN     XXXI. 
The  Comforts  of  Religion. 

I 

O  BLEST  Religion,   heav'nly  Fair  ! 
Thy  kind,  thy   healing  pow'r, 
Can   fweeten   pain,   alleviate    care, 
And  gild  each  gloomy  hour. 

When  difmal  thoughts,  and   boding   fears 

The  trembling  heart   invade  ; 
And  all  the  face   of  nature  wears 

A   univerfal    (hade  : 

III. 
Thy   facred  dictates   can   afluage 

The   tempeft    of   the   foul  ; 
And   ev'ry  fear  fhall   lofe  its   rage, 

At  thy  divine  controul. 
IV. 
Through  life's  bewilder'd,  darkfome  way, 

Thy   hand    unerring   leads  ; 
And  o'er  the  path,  thy  heav'nly  ray, 

A  cheering   iuftre   fheds. 
V. 
When   feeble  reafon,  tir'd  and  blind, 

Sinks  helplefs  and  afraid  ; 
Thou    bleft  fupporter  of  the  mind, 

How  pow'rful    is  thy  aid  ! 
VI. 
O  let   my  heart   confefs  thy  pow'r, 

And  find    thy   fweet    relief, 
To  brighten   ev'ry   gloomy   hour, 

And   foften    ev'ry  grief. 

■i'fe*  J&\\  4-?A> 

*Tgrr  1TC&*'  Tg?» 

H  Y  M  N 


HYMNS.  37 

II  Y  M  N     XXXII. 
Companion. 

I. 

BEHOLD,  where  breathing  love   divine, 
Our   dying  mailer   Hands  ; 
His   weeping  tol lowers    gathering  round, 
Receive  his   laft  commands. 
II. 
From  that  mild   teacher's   paiting  lips 

What  tender  accents   fell  ! 
The   gentle  precept   which   he  gave, 
Became   its   author  well. 
III. 
11  Blefs'd  is  the  man,  whole  foft'ning  heart 

"  Feels   all    another's   pain  ; 
M  To  whom  the  fupplicating  eye, 
M  Was   never  rais'd   in  vain. 
IV. 
"  Whole  breaft  expands  with  generous  warmth 

"  A   ftranger's  woes  to   feel  ; 
"  And  bleeds    in   pity    o'er  the   wound, 
M  He    wants  the   pow'r  to  heal. 
V. 
"  He  fpreads  his  kind   fupporting   arms 

11  To   every   child   of  grief  ; 
!>  His  fecret  bountv    largely  flows. 
*'  And   brings  unafk'd  relief. 
VI. 
"  To  gentle   offices  of  love 

11  His  feet  are  never  flow  ; 
11  He  views  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
"  A   brother   in   a  foe, 

E  VII. 


38  H    Y    M    N    S. 

VII. 
"  Peace  from  the  bofora  of  his  God, 

"  My   peace  to   him   I  give  ; 
"  And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 

"  His  trembling  foul   mall    live. 
VIII. 
•'  To  him  protection  lhall  be   Ihewn, 

11  And  mercy  from  above 
"  Defcend  on  thofe  who  thus  fulfil, 

*'  The  per  feci:  law  of  love." 

HYMN     XXXIII. 

Complaint  of  Ingratitude. 

I. 
REAT  GOD,  to  thee,  my  all  I  owe, 
And  mall  my  tongue  be  ftill  ? 
Shall  conftant  ftreams   of  mercy  flow, 
Unting'd  with  any   ill   ? 

Shall   ev'ry  ddy  new   favours  bring, 

And  ev'ry  night  proclaim 
My  God,  their  bounteous  fource  and  fpring  ? 

And  yet  unprais'd  his  name  ! 

Ills 

Shall  ev'ry  moment  prove  his  grace, 

And   mew   his  tender  care  ? 
And  is  my  heart  not  found  the  .place, 

Where  warm  affections  are  ? 
IV. 
Shall  changing  feafons,   day  and  hour, 

Each   minute   as   it  flies, 
Evince  thy  ever  bounteous  pow'r, 

And  fee  new   bleffings  rife  ? 

V 


G 


HYMNS. 

V. 

And   does  my  foul   no  rapture  find, 

No   ardent   thanks    exprefs, 
No  praifes  warm  my  callous  mind  ? 

As  humbly  I  confefs  ! 
VI. 
Then,  O  my  God,   one  favour   {fill, 

Add  to  thy  boundlefs  More, 
My  foul  with  grateful    raptures  fill, 

I'll   praife  thee,  and  adore  ! 

«&■*&• 
H  Y  M  N     XXXIV. 

Nature's  Call  to  Gratitude. 

I. 

tJOW  cheerful,  along  the  gay  mead, 
JL    The  daifies  and  cow  flips  appear; 
Ti:'-  flocks  as  they  carelefsly  feed, 
Rejoice  in  the  ipring  of  the  year. 
II. 
The  myrtles  that  made  the  gay  bow'rs, 

The   herbage  that  fprings  from  the  fod, 
Trees,  plants,  cooling  fruits,  and  fweet  flow ?rs, 
All  rife  to  the  praife  of  my  God. 
III. 
Shall   man,  the   great  mafler  of  all, 

The   only    ipfenfibfe   prove  ? 
Forbid  it,    fair    gratitude's  call, 
Forbid  it,   devotion   and  love. 
IV. 
The  Lord,  who  fuch  wonders  could  raife, 

And  ftill  can  deflroy  with  a  nod, 
My  lips   mail   incefiantly  praife, 

My  foul  mail  be  wrapt  in  my  God. 

H  Y  M  N 


39 


4o  HYMNS, 

HYMN     XXXV. 

The  Companion  of  Jefus  Chrijh 
i. 

YE  Angel  Forms,  look  clown  ;   and  fee 
A  fcene  of  ilrange  diflrefs  below  : 
Behold   Divine    Humanity 

Diifolv'd   in   fympathetic  woe. 
II. 
Lo,  on   high   Olivet  he   ftands, 

Salem's  proud  tow'rs  in   profpeft  rife  : 
His  bowels  yearn,  he  fp reads  his  hands, 
Compaffion  gulhing  from  his  eyes  : 

*;  O   Salem,  my  prophetic  view 

"  Thy  mighty  miferies  furveys  ; 
"  Vengeance,  to   thy  rebellions  due, 

"  Unknown  in  part  and  future  days. 
IV. 
"  What  labours  have  I   fhunn'd,    for  thee, 

"  What  pow'rs  of  fuafion  left  untry'd, 
*'  Thy  children  to  allure  to   me, 

"  And  in  a  Saviour's  fhadow  hide  ? 
v. 
u  So  when  the   falcon  fails  above, 

"  The  parent  hen,  with  tender  cry, 
"  Under  her  guardian  wing  of  love, 

"  Collects  her  infant  progeny. 
VI. 
*'  But  ah  !  ye  would  not — O  ye  blind  ! 

(He  faid,  and   heav'd  a  deeper  figh) 
"  Your  temple  is  to  flames  confign'd  ; 

••  The  dark  predeftin'd  hour  is  nigh.'* 
VII. 
Blefl;    Jefus,   in  thy  feeling  heart, 

For  me,   a   finner,  fpare  one  place. 
I  would  be  thine — O  yield  a  part 

To  me,  in  thy  redeeming  grace. 

,*§*«§*    '  H  Y  M  N 


HYMNS.  4r 

HYMN     XXXVI. 

The  Funeral. 
I. 

IN  black  proceflion,   fad  and   flow, 
About  the  ftreets  the  mourners  go  : 
Man  comes  to  make  his  long  abode, 
Where  darknefs  dwells  and  worms  corrode. 

II. 
There  bufy  life,  there  pleafure  ends, 
And  tie  of  blood,  and  tie  of  friends. 
There  ends  probation's  hour,  and  there 
Virtue's   hard   ftrife  with  fin  and  care. 

III. 
Why  for  vain  riches  do  I  toil, 
Gath'ring  for  death  a  larger  fpoil  ? 
Why  for  this  dying  flefh  purvey, 
The   finful  pleafures  of  a  day. 

IV. 
Why  cling  fo  clofely  to  my  heart 
Kindred  and  friends  ?  we  foon  muft  part ! 
And    wherefore  do  I  wafle  the   fpan 
Of   mercy   limited  to  man  ? 

V. 
The  pious  few  O   let  me  join, 
And  with  their  faith  my  breath  refign  ; 
That  their  hereafter,    mine  may  be, 
Ev'n    mine  their   bleft   eternity, 

H  Y  M  N     XXXVII. 

Divine   Benevolence. 

I. 

IN   fhadow  black  as  night, 
With  fcarce  one  feeble  ray 
Of  nature's  dim  expiring  light,   . 
The  nations  loft  their  way, 

E  z  II, 


42  HYMNS. 

II. 

Like  foolifh   fheep  we   flray'd, 

All  from  the  Maker's   fold  : 
Each  by  his  fev'ral    fin  betray 'd, 

His  fev'ral  path  would  hold. 
III. 

Blind,  headlong  every   one 

To  the    fame  ruin  ran. 
Th'  almighty  Father  from  his  throne, 

Beheld  his  creature  man. 
IV. 

His  wilder'd   human   race 

The  Father's  pity   won  : 
Forth  from  the  bofom  of  his  grace 

He  fent  his   firft-born  Son* 
V. 

Benevolent  he  came 

The  meffenger  of  love  ; 
Debating  to   a   mortal    frame 

His  godlike  form  above. 
VI. 

With  gentle  voice  he  cries, 

"  Sinners  my  yoke    receive  : 
"  Light  is  my  yoke,   and  life  the  prize 

44  I  to  the  yielding   give." 
VII. 

Truth  fpreads  her  golden  wings, 

With  the  glad  news    fhe   flew  ; 
Salvation  through  the  world  fhe  brings 

To  Gentile  and  to    Jew. 
VIII. 

O  mercy,  fweet  and  high, 

Above  our  loftieft  praife  : 
Ye  noble  natives  of  the  fky, 

Your  nobleft  anthems  raife. 

«tt4i»  H  Y  M  N 


H     Y     M     N     S.  43 

HYMN     XXXVIII. 
The  Heavens  declare  the  Being  and 
Glory  of  God. 
I. 

THE  fpacious   firmament  on  high, 
With  all   the  blue   ethereal  iky, 
And  fpangled  heavens,  a  mining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim  : 

T\\    unwearied  fun,   from   day  to  day, 
Does   his  Creator's   pow'r  difplay, 
And   publifhes  to   every   land, 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand* 

III. 
Soon  as  the  evening  (hades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 
And   nightly  to  the  lift'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the   (lory  of  her  birth  : 

IV. 
Whilft  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all   the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as   they  roil, 
And  fproad  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

V. 
What  though,  in  folemn  filence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terreftial  ball  ? 
What  though  nor  real  voice  nor  found 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

VI. 
In   reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
Forever    fmging,'  as  they   fnine, 
"  The  Hand  that  made  us  is  Divine." 

H  Y  M  N 


44  HYMNS. 

HYMN     XXXIX. 
Divine  Sovereignty, 

I. 

TO  vindicate  our    words  and  thoughts, 
We  make  no  more  pretence  : 
Not  one  of  all  our  num'rous  faults, 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 
II. 
Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  .is  wife, 

What  vain  prefumers  dare, 
Again  ft  their   Maker's   hand  to  rife, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal   war  ? 
III. 
Mountains,   by  his  almighty  wrath, 
From   their  old  feats   are  torn  ; 
He  makes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 
IV. 
He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 

Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  ; 
His   hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  fkies, 
And  feals  up  all  the  liars. 
V. 
He  walks  upon  the  foaming  fea, 

Flies   on  the    ftormy  wind  ; 
There's   none   can  trace  his   fecret  way, 
Nor  his  dark  footfteps  find. 
VI. 
Yet  truth  and   judgment  are  his  throne, 

And  wond'rous  is  his  grace  ; 
While  power  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 


Invite  us  near  his  face. 


HYMN 


HYMN     S.  45 

H  Y  M  N    XL. 

Strength  from  Heaven. 

WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  ? 
And   where \s  our   courage  fled  ? 
Has   re  A  lei's    fin    and   raging    hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts   dead  ? 
II. 
Have   we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 

That   form'd  the   earth  and  fea  ? 
And    can  an  all"  creating  arm 
Grow   weary    or  decay  ? 
III. 
Treafures  of  everlafting  might   . 

In  our   Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  gives  the    conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And   treads  their   foes   to  hell. 
IV. 
Mere  mortal   power  (hall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful   vigour  ceafe  ; 
But  we  who  wait  upon  the   Lord, 
Shall    feel  our   ftrength  increafe. 
V. 
The  faints  (hall   mount    on   eagles  wings, 

And  tafte  the    promis'd    blifs, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive, 
Where  perfeft   pleafure   is. 

+*&«%* 
HYMN    XLI. 
God's  tender  Care  of  his  Church. 
I. 

NOW  (hall   my  inward  joys  arife, 
And   burft   into   a  fong  : 
Almighty   love   infpires  my  heart, 

And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue,  II. 


46  HYMNS. 

II. 

God  on   his  thirfty   Sion-hill 

Some  mercy  drops   has  thrown, 
And  folemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love, 

To  ihow'r  falvation  down. 
III. 
Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,   and  mail  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his    faints. 
IV. 
Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The   infant  of  her  womb, 
Among  a  thoufand  tender    thoughts 

Her   fuckling  have  no   room  ? 
V. 
"  Yet,   faith  the  Lord,  mould  nature  change, 

"  And  mothers  mon  Iters  prove, 
*'  Sion   ftill  dwells  upon  the  heart 

"  Of  everlaftinff  love. 
8  VI. 
"  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

"  I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
*'  My  hands  mall  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 

"  And  build  her  broken   frame. " 

HYMN    XLII. 
Self-Examination  for  the  Evening. 

I. 

ND  now,   my  foul  the  circling  fun, 
Has  all  his  beams   withdrawn  : 
Once  more   his  daily  race   is   run, 
And  gloomy  night  comes  on. 

If, 


A 


HYMNS.  47 

II. 

Tluis  one  day  more  of  life  is  gone  ; 

A  doubtful   few  remain  : 
Come,   then,  review  what  thou  haft  done, 

Eternal   life  to  gain. 

in. 

Do  ft  thou  get   forward  in   thy  race, 

As  time   ftill   pofts   away  ? 
And  die  to  fin,    and  grow  in  grace, 

With  ev'ry  palling  day  ? 
IV. 
this  day,  what  conquefts  haft  thou  gain'd  ? 

What   fin  is   overcome  ? 
What  frefh  degree  of  grace  obtain'd, 

To   bring   tnee  nearer  home  ? 
V. 
^ias  !    this  life  will   foon  be  paft, 

'Tis    dying   ev'ry   day   : 
5ut  do  thy   hopes   make   equal  hafte  ? 

Or    negligence    betray  ? 
VI. 
Do  they   more   ftrong  and   lively  grow, 

And  make  more  pure  from  fin  ? 
jive  more  contempt  of  things   below, 

Create  more  peace  within  ? 
VII. 
)  !  do  not  pafs  this  life  in  dreams, 

To  be  furpris'd  by   death  :" 
bid   fink  where  mercy  never  beams, 

When  I  relign  my   breath. 
VIII. 
h  !   every  day  thy   courfe  review, 

Thy  real    ft  ate  to   learn  : 
Ind   with   renewed    zeal   purfue 

Thy  great  and   chief  concern. 

*£h*§*  H  Y  M  N 


48  HYMNS. 

H  Y  M  N    XLIII. 

The  Beatitudes. 
I. 

BLEST  are  the   humble  fouls  that  fee 
Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  ; 
Treafures  of  grace  to   them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

II. 
Bleft  are   the  men   oi    broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward   fmart  ; 
The  blood  of   Chrift  divinely   flows 
A  healing  halm   for  all  their  woes. 

III. 
Bleft  are    the  meek,  who  ftand  afar, 
From  rage   and  paffion,   noife  and  war  ; 
God   will    fecure  their   happy   ftate, 
And  plead  their  caufe  again  ft  the  great. 

IV. 
Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  third  for  grace, 
Hunger  and   long  for  righteoufnefs  ; 
They  fhall   be   well    fupply'd   and   fed 
With   living   ft  reams  and   living    bread, 

V. 
Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and    love  ; 
From   Chrift  the  Lord,  they   fhall   obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again  : 

VI. 
Bleft  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean 
From  the   defiling  pow'rs    of   fin  ; 
With    endlefs  pleafure  they   fhaH  fee 
A   God   of    fpotlefs   purity. 

VII, 


HYMNS.  49 

VII. 

Blelt  are  the  men  of  peaceful   life, 
Who  quench   the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  : 
They  mall   be  call'd  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
'I  he  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace  * 

VIII. 
Blefl  are  the   fuffrers    who  partake 
Ol  pain  and   fharne    for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls   mail  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy    arc   their  reward. ' 

HYMN     XLIV. 
The  Appearance  of  Angels  to  the  Shepherds. 

I. 
TTTHilemepherds  watch'd their  flocks  by  night 
y       All   feated   on   the    ground,         7     *    ' 
ine   Angel   ot  the   Lord   came  down, 
And  glory   ihone  around. 
II. 
1  Fear  not,"  fair!  he,   (for  mighty  dread 

Had  feiz  d  their  troubled   mind) 

"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy    I  bring 

lo    you,    and   all   mankind. 

«  T  •      r.  IIL 

lo  you  in   David's  town,   this  day 

"  Is  born,  ot  David's  line, 
*  The   Saviour,   who  is   Chrift  the  Lord  ; 
M  And  this  (hall  be  the   fi<m 
IV. 
1  The  heav'nly  babe  you  there  mail  find 

"  To   human  view   difplay'd, 
i:  All  meanly  wrapt  in  fwaddling  bands 
And  m  a  manger   laid." 

F  v. 


50  HYMNS. 

V. 

Thus  fpake  the  Seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  firming   throng 
Of  angels,   praifing  God,   and  thus 

Addrefs'd  their  joyful   fonff  : 
VI. 
"  All   glory  be  to   God    on  high, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
"  Good-will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men, 
-"  "  Begin  and   never  ceafe." 

H^Y  M  N     XLV. 
The  Hidden  Life  of  a  Chriftian. 

I. 

O   HAPPY  foul,  that  lives  on  high, 
While  men  lie  grovelling  here  ! 
His  hopes  are  fix'd  above  the  Iky, 
And   faith  forbids   his   fear. 
II. 
His  confcience  knows  no  fecret  flings, 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  lite,  whofe  holy   fprings 
Are   hidden  and   divine. 
III. 
He  waits  in  fecret  on  his   God  ; 

His   God   in  fecret  fees  : 
Let   earth   be   all  in  arms   abroad, 
He   dwells  in  heav'nly  peace. 
IV. 
His  pleafures  rife  from  things  unfeci!, 

Beyond  this  world  and  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have   been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

V. 


HYMNS.  5r 

V. 

He  wants  no  pomp,  nor  royal  throne, 

To  raife  his   figure  here  ; 
Content  and  pleas 'd  to  live  unknown, 

Till   Chrift  his   life  appear. 
VI. 
He  looks  to  heav'n's   eternal  hills, 

To  meet  that  glorious   day  ; 
Jefus,   how   flow   thy  chariot  wheels  ! 

How   long  is  thy   delay  ! 

<*&-<*&- 

H  Y  M  N     XLVI. 

A  hopeful  Youth  falling  Jhort  of  Heaven. 

I. 

MUST  all  the  charms  of  nature  then, 
So  hopelefs  to  falvation  prove  ? 
Can  Hell  demand,  can   Heaven  condemn 
The  man,  whom  Jefus  deigns  to  love  ? 

The  man,  who  fought  the  ways  of  truth, 
Paid  friends  and  neighbours  all  their  due  ; 
(A   modeft,    foher,    lovely   youth) 
And  thought  he  wanted  nothing  now. 

But  mark  the  change  :  thus  fpake  the  Lord, 
"  Come  part  with  earth  for  heav'n  to  day  ;5> 
The  youth   aflonifh'd   at  his  word, 
In   filent   fadnefs   went  his  way. 

IV. 
Poor   virtues,  that  he  boafted  fo, 
This   teft  unable  to   endure, 
Let  Chrift,  and  grace,  and  glory  go, 
To  make  his  land  and  money  lure  ! 

V, 


52  HYMNS. 

V. 

Ah  fool  iff  1  choice  of  treafures  here  ! 
Ah   fatal  love  of  tempting  gold  ! 
Mull  this  bafe  world  be  bought  fo  dear  ! 
And   life   and  heav'n  fo   cheaply  fold  ? 

VI. 
In   vain   the  charms  of  nature  fhine, 
If  this  vile   pafTion  governs  me  : 
Transform  my  foul,   O  love  divine  ! 
And  make   me  part  with  all   for  thee. 

«%**$* 

HYMN     XLVII. 
The  fame  in  Common  Metre. 
I. 
HUS  far  'tis  well  :  You  read,  you  pray, 
You  hear  God's   holy  word, 
You  mind  whate'er  your  parents  fay, 
And  learn  to  ferve  the  Lord. 
II. 
Your  friends  are  pleas'd  to  fee  your  ways, 

Your  ^pra&ice  they  approve  ; 
Jefus  himfelf  would   give  you  praife, 
And  look    with  eyes  of  love. 
III. 
But  if  you  quit  the  paths  of  truth, 

To  follow  foolilh    fires, 
And  give  a  loofe   to  giddy  youth, 
With  all  its  wild    defires  : 
IV. 
If  you  will   let   your    Saviour  go, 

To   hold   your   riches   fait  ; 
Or  hunt   for  empty  joys   below, 
You'll   lofe   your  heav'n   at  laft. 


T 


HYMNS.  53 

V. 

The   rich  young  man,  whom  Jefns   lov'd, 

Should  warn  you  to   forbear  : 
His    love  of  earthly  treafure   prov'd 

A   fatal  golden  fnare. 
VI. 
See,  gracious  God,    my  Saviour,    fee, 

How  Youth   is  prone  to  fall  : 
Teach  'em  to  part  with  all   tor    Thee, 

And  love  thee  more  than  all. 

HYMN     XLVIII. 

A  rational  Defence  of  the  GofpeL 

I. 

SHALL  atheifts  dare   infult  the  crofs 
Of  Chrift,  the   Son  of  God  ? 
Shall   infidels    reproach    his   laws, 
Or  trample  on   his  blood  ? 
II. 
What  if  he  choofe  myfterious  ways, 

To   cleanfe  us    from  our    faults  ? 
May  not  the  works  of  fovereign  grace 
Tranfcend  our  feeble  thoughts  ? 

What  if  this  gofpel   bids   us  fight 

With    fleih,  and  felf,   and  fin  ? 
The    prize   is   moft  divinely    bright, 

Which  we  are  cali'd  to  win. 
IV. 
What  if  the   foolifh  and  the  poor, 

His   glorious  grace   partake  ? 
This  but   confirms  his  truth   the  more, 

For  (o  the  prophets  fpake. 

F  2  V, 


54  HYMN    S. 

V. 
Do  fome  that  own  his  facred  name, 

Indulge  their  fouls   in   (in  ? 
Jefus  fhould  never  bear  the  blame, 

His  laws  are  pure  and  clean. 
VI. 
Then  let  our  faith  grow  firm  ^nd  flrong, 

Our  lips  profefs   his   word  : 
Nor  blufh,   nor  fear  to  walk  among 

The  men  who   love  the  Lord, 

HYMN     XLIX. 

None  excluded  from  Hope. 

I. 

JESUS,  thy  bleflings  are   not  few, 
Nor  is   thy  gofpel   weak  ; 
l  ny  grace  can  melt  the  ftubborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 
II. 
Wide  as  the  reach  oi'  Satan's  rage, 

Doth  thy  falvation   flow  : 
5Tis  not  confin'd  to  fex  or  aget 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 
III. 
While  grace  is  ofTer'd  to  the  prince, 

The  poor   may  take  their  fhare  ; 
No  mortal  has  a  juft  pretence, 
To  perifh   in  defpair. 
IV. 
Be  wife,  ve  men  of  ftrength   and   wit, 

Nor  bo%ft   your  native   pow'rs  ; 
But  to  his  fovereign  grace   fubmit, 
And  glory  Ihall   be  yours. 


V, 


HYMNS.  55 

V. 

Come,  all   ye  vileft  tinners,   come, 

He'll    form  your   fouls  anew  : 
His  gofpel   and    his  heart  have  room 

For   rebels,    fuch  as  you. 
VI 
His  do&rine  is  almighty   love, 

There's  virtue   in  his  name, 
To  turn  the  raven  to  a  dove, 

The   lion  to   a  lamb. 

HYMN     L. 

Truth,   Sincerity,  &c. 

I. 

LET  thofe  who  bear  the  chriftian  name, 
Their  holy  vows   fulfil  : 
The  faints,  the  followers  of  the   lamb, 
Are   men   of  honour  Hill. 
II. 
True  to  the  folemn   oaths  they  take, 
Though  to  their  hurt  thev   fwear  : 
Conftant  and  juft  to  all   they  fpeak, 
For  God   and   angels    hear. 

Still  with  their  lips  their  hearts  agree, 

Nor   flattering  words  devife  : 
They  know  the  God  of  truth  can  fee 

Through  every   falfe  difguife. 

They  hate  th'  appearance  of  a  lie, 

In  all   the   fhapcs  it   wears  ; 
Firm  to  the  truth  ;  and  when  they  die, 

Eternal   life   is  their 's. 

V. 


56  H     Y    M    N    S. 

V. 

Lo  !    from  afar  the   Lord  defcends, 

And   brings  the  judgment   down  ; 
He  bids  his  faints,   his  faithful  friends, 

Rife  and  poflefs  their  crown. 
VI. 
While  Satan  trembles  at  the  fight, 

And  Devils  wifh  to  die, 
Where  will    the  faithlefs  hypocrite, 

And  guilty  liar  fly  ? 

HYMN     LI. 

Gravity,  Decency,    &c. 

I. 

ARE  we  not  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ?  ■ 
Are  we  not  bought  with  jefus'  blood  ■? 
Do   we  not  hope   for  heav'nly  joys, 
And  •  mall   we  ftoop  to  trifling  toys  ? 

Can  laughter  feed  th'  immortal  mind  ? 
Were   fpirits  of  celeftial    kind 
Made  for  a  jeft,  for  fport  or   play, 
To  wear  out  time,  and  wafte  the  day  ? 

III. 
Doth  vain  difcourfe  or  empty  mirth 
Well  fuit  the  honours  of  our  birth  ? 
Shall   we  be  fond  of  gay  attire, 
Which  children  love,  and  fools  admire  ? 

IV. 
What  if  we  wear  the  richeft    veft, 
Peacocks  and   flies  are  better   dreft  : 
This  flefh,  with   all  its  gaudy   forms, 
Mu ft  drop  to  dull,  and  feed  the  worms. 

V. 


HYMNS.  57 

V. 

Lord,  raife  our  hearts  and  paflions  higher  ; 
Touch  our  vain  fouls   with  facred  fire  ; 
Then,  with  an  elevated   eye, 
We'll  pafs  thefe  glht'ring  trifles  by. 

We'll  look  on  all  the  toys  below 
With  fuch  difdain  as  angels  do,       # 
And  wait   the  call  that  bids  us  rife 
To  promis'd  manfions  in  the  fkies. 

HYMN     LII. 
Jujlice  and  Equity. 
I. 
OME,   let  us  fearch  our  ways,  and  try, 
Have  they   been  juft  and  right  ? 
Is  the   great  rule  of  equity 
Our   practice  and  delight  ? 

What  we   would  have  our  neighbour   do, 

Have  we   ftill  done  the  fame  ? 
And  ne'er  delay'd  to  pay   his   due, 

Nor  injur'd  his  good  name. 
III. 
Do   we   relieve  the  poor  diftrefs'd  ? 

Nor   give  our  tongues  a  loofe, 
To  make  their   names   our  fcorn  and  jeft, 

Nor   treat  them  with  abufe  ? 
IV. 
Have   we   not  found  our   envy  grow, 

To  hear    another's   p raife  ? 
Nor  rohb'd   him-  of  his  honour  due, 

Bv  11/  malicious  ways. 

V. 


c 


58  HYMNS. 

V. 

In   all  we   fell,  and  all  we   buy, 

Is  juftice  our  defign  ? 
Do  we  remember   God  is   nigh, 

And  fear  the  wrath  divine  ? 
VI. 
In  vain  we  talk  of  Jefus'  blood, 

And  boaft  his  name   in  vain, 
If  we   can  flight  the   laws   of  God, 

And  prove  unjuft  to  men. 

•*^+§*' 

H  Y  M  N     LIIL 

Juftice  and  Truth. 

I. 
REAT  God,  thy  holy  law  requires, 
To  curb  our  covetous   defires, 
Forbids  to  plunder,   ileal  or  cheat, 
To  practice  falfhood  or  deceit. 

II. 
Thy   Son  hath  fet  a  pattern  too, 
He  paid  to  God   and  men  their  due  : 
A  dreadful  debt  he  paid  to   God, 
And  bought  our  pardon  with  his  blood. 

in. 

Amazing  juftice  !    boundlefs    love  ! 
Do  we  not  feel  our  paflions  move  ? 
Do  we   not  grieve  that  we  have   been 
Faithlefs  to  God,  or   falfe  to  men  ? 

IV, 
Have   we  no  righteous  debt  deny'd, 
Through  wanton   luxury  or  pride  ? 
Nor  vext  the  poor  with  long  delay, 
And  made  them  groan  for  want  of  pav  ? 

'  V. 


G 


HYMNS.  59 

V. 

Have   we  ne'er  thrown  a  needlefs   fiiame, 
Jc   fcandal,  on   oar   neighbour's  name  ? 
D    happy  men,   whofe  age  and  youth 
Have  ever  dealt  in  love   and  truth  ! 

VI. 
But  if  our  jnflice  once  be  gone, 
And  leave  our   faith   and  hope  alone  ; 
if  honefty   be  banifh'd  hence, 
Religion  is  a  vain   pretence. 

*$**&• 

H  Y  M  N    LIV. 

Temperance. 
I. 

IS    it  a  man's  divined  good, 
To  mike  his  foul   a   (lave  to  iood, 
Vile  as  the  beaft,   whofe  fpirit  dies, 
And   has  no   hope  above  the   fides  3 

II. 

Can  meats  or  choicer!  wines  procure 
Delights,   that  ever   (hall  endure  ? 
Was   I   not   born  above  the  fwine, 
And  (hall  I  make  their  pleafures  mine  ? 

III. 

Am  I   not  made  for  nobler  things  ? 
Made  to   afcend  on  angels  wings  ? 
Shall  mv  beft  pow'rs  be  thus   debas'd, 
And  part  with  heav'n  to  pleafe  my  tafte  ? 

IV. 
Can   I   forget  the  fatal    deed, 
How   Eve  brought  death   on  all  her  feed  ? 
She  tailed   the  forbidden   tree, 
Anger'd  her  God,  and  ruin'd  me. 


60  HYMNS. 

V. 
Was  life  defign'd  alone  to  eat  ? 
What  is  the  mouth,   or  what  the  meat  ? 
Both  from  the  ground  derive  their  birth, 
And  both  mall  mix    with  common  earth. 

VI. 
Great  God,    new-mould  my   fenfual  mind, 
And   let  my  joys   be    more   refin'd  ; 
Raife   me  to  dwell  among  the  bleft, 
And  fit  me  for  thy  heav'nly   feafl. 

HYMN     LV. 

Amiable   Deportment. 
I. 

O'Tis  a  lovely  thing  to   fee 
A  man  of  prudent  heart, 
Whofe  thoughts,  and  lips,  and  life  agree 
To  a£l  a  ufeful  part. 
II. 
When  envy,   ftrife,  and  wars  begin, 

In   little  angry   fouls, 
Mark   how  the  fons  of  peace  come  in, 
And  quench   the  kindling  coals. 

Their  minds   are   humble,  mild  and  meek, 

Nor   let  their  fury  rife  : 
Nor  paffion  moves  their  lips  to  fpeak, 

Nor  pride   exalts  their  eyes. 
IV. 
Their  frame  is  prudence,   mixt  with  love  ; 

Good   works   fulfil   their  day  ; 
They  join  the  ferpent  with  the  dove, 

But  call  the  fling  away. 


HYMNS.  6i 

V. 
Such   was  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Such   pleafures   he  purfu'd, 
His   flefh  and  blood    were   all   refiVd, 

His   foul  divinely  good. 
VI. 
Lord,   can  thefe  plants   of  virtue  grow 

In   fuch  a  foul  as   mine  ? 
Thy  grace  can  form  my    nature  fot 

And  make  my  heart  like  thine. 

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HYMN     LVI. 

Things  of  good  Report, 
I. 

IS    it  a  thing  of  good   report, 
To  fquander  life   and   time  away  ? 
To  cut  the  hours   of  duty   fhort, 
While  tovs  and  follies  wafte  the  day. 

II. 
To  aik   and   prattle  all   affairs, 
And  mind  all   bufinefs   but  our  own  ? 
To  live  at  random,  void   of  cares, 
While  all  things  to  confufion  run  ? 

III. 
Doth  this  become  the  chriflian  name, 
To  venture  near  the  tempter's  door  ? 
To  foit  with  men  of  evil  fame, 
And  yet  prefume  to  ftand   fecure  ? 

IV. 
Am  I   my   own    fufficient  guard, 
While   I   expofe  my   foul  to   fhame  ? 
Can   the   fhort  joys  of   fin   reward 
Fhe  iafting  blemilh  of  my  name  ? 

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62 


HYMNS. 


V. 

O   may  it  be  my  conftant  choice 
To  walk  with  men   of  grace  below, 
'Till  I  arrive  where  heav'nly  joys, 
And  never-fading  honours  grow  ! 

HYMN    LVII. 
The  univerfal  Law  of  Equity. 

I. 

BLESSED  Redeemer,  how  divine, 
How  righteous  is  this  rule  of  thine, 
"  Never  to  deal   with  others  worfe 
"  Than  we  would  have  them  deal  with  us  !" 

II. 
This   golden  leflbn,  fhort  and  plain, 
Gives   nor  the  mind,   nor  memory  pain  : 
And  every  confcience  mull  approve 
This  univerfal  law  of  love. 

III. 
'Tis  written  in  each  mortal  bread, 
Where  all  our  tendereft  wilhes  reft  : 
We  draw   it  from  our  inmoft  veins, 
Where  love  to  felf  refides  and  reigns. 

Is  reafon  ever  at  a   lofs  ? 

Call  in  felf-iove  to  judge  the  caufe. 

Let  our  own  fondefl  paiiion  mew 

How  we  fhould  treat  our  neighbours  too. 

V. 
How  bleft  would  ev'ry  nation  prove, 
Thus  rul'd  by  equity  and  love  ! 
All  would  be  friends  without  a  foe, 
And  form  a  paradife  below. 

VI. 


HYMNS.  63 

VI. 

Jefus,  forgive  us  that  we   keep, 
Thy  facred  law  of  love  afleep  ; 
And  take  our  envy,   wrath  and  pride, 
Thole  favagc  pallions,  for  our  guide. 

HYMN     LVIII. 
The  Atonement  of  Chrift. 

I. 

HOW  is  our  nature  fpoiFd  by  fin  ! 
Yet  nature  ne'er  hath  found 
Tne  way  to  make   the  confcience  clean, 
Or  heal  the  painful    wound. 
II. 
In  vain  we   feek  for  peace  with  God 

By  methods    of   our  own  : 
Jefus,  there's  nothing  but  thy  blood, 
Can  brincr  us  near  the  throne. 

in. 

The  threat'nings  of  the   broken  law 

Imprefs  our  fouls  with  dread  : 
If  God  his   fword   of   vengeance  draw, 

It  itrikes  our  fpirits  dead. 
IV. 
But   thine   illuftrious  facrifice 

Hath   anfwer'd  thefe  demands  : 
And  peace  and  pardon  from  the   fkies 

Come  down  by    Terns'   hands. 
V. 
Here   all  the  antient  types  agree, 

The.  altar  and   the  lamb  : 
And  prophets   in  their  vifions  fee 


Salvation  through  his    name. 


VI. 


64  HYMNS. 

VI. 
5Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  O  Lord  ; 

'Tis  on  thy  crofs  we  reft  ; 
For  ever  be  thy  love   ador'd, 

Thy  name  for  ever  bleft. 

HYMN     LIX. 

Faith  and  Repentance  encouraged  by 

the  Sacrifice  of  Chrift. 

I. 

WHERE  fhall  the  guilty  conference  go, 
To  find  a  fure  relief  ? 
Can   bleeding  bulls   or  goats  bellow 
A  balm  to  eafe  my  grief  ? 
II. 
Will   popifh  rites    and  penances 

Releafe   my   foul    from   fin  ? 
What  inefficient   things  are  thefe, 
To  calm  the  wrath  divine  ! 
III. 
God,  the  great  God,  who  rules  the  flues, 

The  gracious  and   the  juft, 
Makes  his  own  Son   our  facrifice  : 
And  there  lies  all  our   truft. 
IV. 
O  never   let  my  thoughts  renounce 

The  gofpel   of  my    God, 
Where  vileft  crimes  are  cleans'd   at  once, 
In   Chrift's  atoning   blood. 

Here  reft  my  faith,  and  ne'er  remove  ; 

Here  let  repentance  rife, 
While   I  behold   his  bleeding  love, 

His  dying  agonies. 


HYMNS.  65 

VI. 

With   fhame  and   forrow  here  I    own 
How  great   my  guilt  hath  been  : 

This  is  my   way  t'  approach  the  throne, 
And  God   forgives   my  fin. 

HYMN     LX. 
Chrift' s  Propitiation  improved. 

I. 

LORD,  didft  thou   fend  thy  Son  to  die 
For  fuch  a  guilty  wretch  as  I  ? 
And   fhall   thy  mercy   not   impart 
Thy    Spirit  to  renew  my  heart  ? 

Lord,   haft  thou  waih'd  my  garments  clean, 
In  Jefus'  blood,  from  fhame  and   fin  ? 
Shall  I  not  ftrive  with  all  my  pow'r, 
That  fin  pollute  my  foul  no  more  ? 

III. 
Shall  I  not  bear  my  Father's  rod, 
The  kind  corrections  of  my   God, 
When   Chrift  upon  the   curfed  tree 
Suftain'd  a  heavier  load  for  me  ? 

IV. 
Why  fhould  I  dread  my  dying  day, 
Since  Chrift  has  took   the   curfe  away, 
And  taught  me  with  my   late  ft  breath 
To  triumph  o'er  thy  terrors,  Death  ? 

V. 
O   rather  let  me    wifh  and   cry, 
"  When  fhall  my  foul  get  loofe  and  fly 
11  To   upper  worlds  ?    When  fhall  I  fee 
M  The  heav'nly  friend  who  dy'd  for  me  ?" 

G  2  VI. 


66  HYMNS. 

VI. 

I  fhall    behold  his   glories  there, 
And  pay  him    my    eternal    fhare 
Of  praife,   and   gratitude,    and    love, 
Among  ten  thoufand  faints  above. 

HYMN     LXI. 
All  Things  working  for  Good, 
I. 

MY  foul,    furvey  thy  happinefs, 
If  thou  art  found  a  child  of  grace, 
How  richly  is  the  gofpel   ftor'd  ! 
What  joys  the  promifes   afford  ! 

II. 
"  All  things  are  curs ;"    The  gift  of  God, 
And   purchas'd  with  our  Saviour's  blood  ; 
While  the  good  Spirit  fhews  us  how 
Tq  ufe,  and  to  enjoy  them  too. 

III. 
If  peace  and  plenty  crown  my  days, 
They  help  me,   Lord,  to   fpeak  thy  praife  ; 
If  bread   of  forrows  be  my  food, 
Thofe  forrows  work  my  real  good. 

IV. 
I  would  not  change  my  bleft   eftate, 
With  all  that   flem  calls  rich    or  great ; 
And  while   my    faith  can  keep  her  hold, 
I   envy  not   the    firmer *s    gold. 

Father,    I   wait    thy   daily  will, 
Thou   (halt  divide   my  portion  (till  ; 
Grant  me  on  earth  what  feems  thee  be  ft, 
'Till   death  and  heav'n  reveal  the  reft. 

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HYMNS.  67 

H  Y  M  N     LXII. 
Life,  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope. 

I. 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
The  time    t'  infure    the   great  reward, 
And   while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft    (inner    may   return. 

II. 
Life,  is  the  hour  which  God  has  giv'n 
To   'fcape  from  hell,   and  fly  to   heav'n  ; 
The  day  of   grace,   and   mortals  may 
Secure   the    bleflings    of  the   day. 

III. 
The  living  know  that   they   muft  die, 
But  all   the  dead    forgotten    lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry   and  their  fenfe  is   gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

IV. 
Their  hatred  and  their  love  is   loft, 
Their  envy    bury'd   in   the   duft  ; 
They  have  no  fhare  in   all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun. 

V. 
Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  co, 
My  hands  with   all  your  might  purfue, 
Since  no  device,   nor  work   is   found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,   beneath  the  ground, 

VI. 
There  are  no  a&s  of  pardon  pafs'd 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,   death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in    eternal   fiience  there. 

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63  HYMNS. 

HYMN    LXIII. 

Heaven,  invifible  and  holy. 

I. 

NOR  eye  hath  feen,    nor  ear  has  heard, 
Nor  fenfe,  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe,  who  love   his  Son. 
II. 
But  the  good  Spirit  of  the   Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 
The   beams  of  glory  in  his  word, 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 
III. 
Pure  are  the  joys   above  the  Iky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton   lips  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the   blifs. 
IV. 
Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 
Pollution,   fin,  and  fhame  ; 
None  {hall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 
V. 
He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There   all  their  names  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite    in  vain   fhall  ftrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

HYMN     LXIV. 

Mqfes  and  Chriji. 

I. 

THE  law  by  Mofes   came, 
But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  name) 
Defc ending   from   above.  II. 


HYMNS.  69 

II. 

Amid  ft  the  houfe    of   God, 

Their  di  {Trent  works  were  done, 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant   flood, 

But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 
III. 

Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be   ftri£f.  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er   all  his  Father's  houfe    he  {lands, 

The  fov'reien  and  the  head. 
IV. 

The   man  that   durfl  defpife 

The  law  that  Mofes  brought, 
Behold  !    how   terribly  he  dies 

For  his  prefumptuous  fault. 
V. 

But   forer   vengeance  falls 

On  that   rebellious   race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus    calls, 

And  dare  refill  his  grace. 

HYMN    LXV. 

God,  IncGmprehenfible. 

I. 

CAN  creatures  to  perfection   find 
TV   Eternal   Uncreated   Mind  : 
Or    can   the   large  ft  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and   fearch  his   nature  out  ! 

II. 
'Tis  high  as  heaven,   'tis  deep  as   hell  ; 
And   what  can    mortals    know    or  tell  ? 
His   glory  fpreads   beyond   the   fky, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on   hi^h. 

III. 


7o  HYMNS. 

III. 

But  man,   vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife, 
Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
And  fmells  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind. 

IV. 

God  is  a  king  of  pow'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders   of  his   throne ; 
If  he  refolve,  who   date  oppofe, 
Or  afk  him  why,   or  what  he  does  ? 

V. 

He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole  ; 
He  calms  the  tempeftof  the  foul  : 
When  he  (huts  up  in   long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

VL 

He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon, 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  : 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and   flart  at  his  reproof. 

VII. 

He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his   breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

VIII. 

Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ; 
But  who  fliall  dare  defcribe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light  ?  or  fland 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 

HYMN 


HYMNS. 

Holinefs  and  Grace. 

HYMN    LXVI. 
I. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs, 
So   let  our  works  and   virtues   mine, 
To  prove  the  doclrine  all  divine. 

II. 
Thus  fliall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of   our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

8  in. 

Our  flefh  and  fenfe  mufl  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  envy,   luft  and  pride  ; 
While  juliice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our   inward  piety  approve. 

Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  tha|  blefTed   hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  faith   {lands  leaning  on  his   word. 

HYMN    LXVII. 

Submijfion  to  affliclive  Providences. 
I. 

NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
And  rofe  to  life   at  firft, 
We  to  the  earth   fhall  foon  defcend, 
And  mingle   with  our  dull. 
II. 
The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call    our  own, 
Are  but  fhort  favours  borrow'd   now^ 
To  be  repaid  anon.  III. 


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72  HYMNS. 

III. 

?Tis   God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them   in  the   grave, 
He  gives,   and  (blefTed  be   his   name) 

He  takes  but  what   he  gave. 

iv.    8 

Peace,   all  our  angry  paflions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious   figh 
Be   filent  at  his  fovereign  will, 

And  every   murmur  die. 
V. 
If  fmiling  mercy  crown   our   lives, 

It's  praifes    (hall  be  fpread, 
And  we'll   adore  the  juftice  too, 

That  ilrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

H  Y  M  N    LXVIII. 
A    Saint  prepared  to  die. 

t 

DEATH    may  diflblve  my  body  now, 
And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move   fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation   come  ? 
II. 
With  heav'nly  weapons   I  have  fought 

The   battles  of  the   Lord, 
FiniftYd  my   courfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure   reward. 
III. 
God  has  laid  up   in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ? 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place   it  on  my  head. 

IV. 


HYMNS. 

IV. 
N>>r  hath  the  King   of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me   alone  ; 
But  all  who   love,  and   long  to  fee 

Th*  appearance  of  his  Son. 

Jefus,  the  Lord,  will  guard   me  fafe 

From  ev'ry   ill   defign  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  keep 

This  feeble  foul   of  mine. 
VI. 
God   is    my    everlafting  aid, 

And  hell    fhall   rage  in   vain  ; 
To    him  be   higheft   glory   paid, 

And   endlefs  praife,  Amen. 

HYMN     LXIX. 
A  Funeral  Thought, 
I. 
ARK  !    from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found  ; 
My  ears  attend  the  cry, 
44  Ye  living  men,   come  view   the  ground, 
M  Where  you   mull  fhortly  lie. 

M  Princes,   this   clay  mull  be  your  bed, 

"  In   fpite   of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
•*  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev  Vend  head, 

"  Mufl  lie   as  low   as   ours." 
III. 
Great  God  !    is  this  our  certain  doom 

And  are   we    ftill   fecure  ? 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

H  IV. 


H 


74  HYMNS. 

IV. 

Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  fouls  to   fly  ; 
Then,   when  we  drop  this  dying  flefii. 

We'll   rile   above  the  fky. 

HYMN    LXX. 
Jefus  worjhipped  by  all  the  Creation. 

I. 

COME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs, 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
II. 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 

M  To  be  exalted  thus  :" 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our   lips  reply, 
For  he  was   flain  for  us. 
III. 
Jefus    is   worthy    to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  : 
And  bleflings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,   for  ever  thine. 
IV. 
Let  all  who   dwell   above  the  iky, 

In  air,  on  earth,  in  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift   thy  glories   high, 
And  fpeak   thine   endlefs  praife. 
V. 
The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  Him,  who  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

-*!**§*>  HYMN 


HYMNS.  | 

H  Y  M  N    LXXL 

Adoption. 

I. 

BEHOLD  what  wond'rous  grace 
The   Father  has   be  (tow 'd, 
On    fmners   of  a  mortal    race, 
To  call  them  fons  of   God  ! 

II. 
'Tis  no  furprifmg  tiling, 
That   we  fhouid   be   unknown  ; 
The    Jewiih    world  knew  not  their  king. 
God's  everlafting   Son. 
III. 
Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
How  great   we   mull  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
We  (hall  be  like  our  head. 

IV. 
A  hope  fo  much  divine, 
May  trials  well   endure, 
May  purge  our  fouls   from  fenfe  and  fin, 
As    Chrift  the  Lord  is   pure. 

V. 
If  in   my   Father's  love, 
I    fhare   a   filial   part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

VI. 
We  would  no    longer   lie 
Like    (laves    beneath  the  throne  ; 
My   faith  mall    Abba   Father  cry, 
And  thou   the  kindred  own. 

HYMN 


HYMNS. 

HYMN     LXXIL 
Confidence  in   God. 

I. 

THY  dreadful  pow'r,  Almighty  God/ 
Thy  works  to  fpeak  confpire  ; 
This  earth  declares  thy  fame   abroad, 
With  water,  air  and  fire. 
II. 
At  thy  command,  in  glaring  flreaks 

The  ruddy  light'ning   flies  ; 
Loud  thunder  the  creation  makes, 
And  rapid   tempefts  rife. 
III. 
Now  gath'ring  glooms  obfcure  the  day, 

And  ihed  a  folemn   night  ; 
And   now  the  heav'nly  engines  play, 
And  fhoot   devouring  light. 
IV. 
Th'  attending  fea  thy  will  performs, 

Waves  break  around  the   more, 
And  tofs,  and  foam  amid  ft  the  ftorms, 
And  dafh,  and  rage,   and  roar. 
V. 
The  earth,   and  all   her  trembling  hills, 

Thy  marching  footfteps  own  ; 
A  fhudd'ring  fear  her  entrails  fills, 
Her  hideous  caverns  groan. 
VI. 
My  God,  when  terrors  thickeft  throng 

Through  all  the  mighty  fpace, 
And  rattling  thunders  roar   along, 
And  the  fierce  light'nings  blaze  : 

VII. 


HYMNS.  77 

VII. 
When  wild  confufion  wrecks   the  air, 

And  tempefts   rend  the    ikies, 
Whilft  blended  ruin,   clouds  and  fire 
In  harfli  diforder   rife. 
VIII. 
Safe  in  my  Saviour's   love,   I'll   ftand, 

And    ftrike  a   tuneful   fong  ; 
My  harp    all-trembling  in  my   hand, 
And    all-infpir'd  my  tongue. 
IX. 
I'll   fhout  aloud,  "  Ye  thunders  roll, 

"  And  fhake  the  fallen  iky  ; 
"  Your  founding  voice,  from  pole  to  pole, 
"  In    angry   murmurs    try. 

X. 
Thou  fun  !    retire,  refufe  thy  light, 
4i  And   let   thy  beams  decay ; 
Ye  light'nings   flafh  along  the  night, 
4i  And  dart  a  dreadful   day. 

XI. 
Let  the  earth  totter  on   her  bafe, 
"  Smoke    heav'n's  wide  arch   deform  ; 
Blow  all  ye   winds,  from  ev'ry  place, 
"  And  rum    the    fatal   florm. 

XII. 
O  Jefus,  hafte  the  day  when  thou 
44  Shalt  this    old  world  confume  ; 
11  Build  the  new  heav'ns,  and   all  below 
44  Bid  a  new   Eden  bloom. 
XIII. 
14  Come  quickly,  blefTed  hope  !  appear, 

44  Bid  thy  fwift  chariot    fly  : 
'*  Let  angels  tell   thy   coining  near, 
44  And   waft  me  to  the   fky. 

H  2  XIV. 


78  HYMNS. 

XIV. 
"  Around  thy  wheels,  in  the  glad  throng, 

"  I'd  bear  a  joyful   part ; 
"  All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue, 

"  All   rapture   in   my  heart." 

HYMN    LXXIII. 
The  Eternity  and  Immenjity  of  God, 
I. 

THY  names,  how  infinite  they  be  ! 
Great   Everlafting  One  ! 
Boundlefs  thy  might  and  majefty, 
And  unconfin'd   thy  throne. 
II. 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

E'er  feas   or   flars  were  made  \ 
Thou  art  the  everliving  God, 
Were  all   the  nations   dead. 
III. 
Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie, 

To  thine  immenfe   furvey, 

From  the  formation   of  the   fky, 

To  the   great  burning  day. 

Eternity,   with    all    its  years 

Stands   prefent  to  thy  view, 
To  Thee   there's  nothing  old  appears, 

Great  God,  there's   nothing  new. 

Our  lives  through  various  fcenes  are  drawn, 
At^J  vex'd  with    trifling  cares, 

While  thine  eternal  thought   moves   on 
Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 

VI. 


HYMNS.  79 

VI. 

Thine  e  (fence    is  a  vaft  abyfs, 

Which  angels    cannot  found, 
An   ocean   of   infinities, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 
VII. 
The   myft'ries    of  creation  lie 

Beneath  enlight'ned  minds, 
Thoughts   can  afcend   above  the  fky, 

And  fly   before  the  winds. 
VIII. 
Reafon  may  grafp  the  marly  hills, 

And   ftretch   from    pole   to  pole  ; 
But  half  thy  name  our  fpirit  fills, 

And  overloads   our   foul. 
IX. 
In   vain  our    haughty  reafon   fwells, 

For  nothing's  lound   in  thee, 
But   boundlefs  inconceiveables, 

And   vafl  eternity. 

X. 
To  Thee,  whofe   temple  is  all  fpace, 

Whofe  altar  earth,    fea,   ikies  ! 
One  chorus    let   ail   beings    raife, 

All  nature's    incenfe  rife. 

HYMN     LXXIV. 
The  Majejly  of  God. 

I. 

ETERNAL  wifdom,    thee   we   praife, 
Thee   the    creation   fmgs  ; 
With  thy  loud  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  feas. 
And  heav'n's  high  palace  rings. 


80  HYMNS. 

II. 

Thy  hand,   how   wide  it  fpread  the  fky, 

How   glorious   to  behold  ! 
Ting'd    with   a  blue  of  heav'nly   dye, 

And  ftarr'd  with   fparkling  gold. 

There  thou  haft  bid  the  globes  of  light 

Their  endlefs  circles  run  ! 
There  the  pale  planet  rules  the  night, 

And  day  obeys  the  fun. 
IV. 
The  noify  winds    Hand   ready  there, 

Thy    orders  to  obey, 
With  founding  wings  they  fweep  the  air, 

To  make   thy   chariot  way. 

Winds,  ye  mail   bear   his  name  aloud, 

Through  the'etherial   blue  ; 
For,  when  his   chariot  is    a  cloud, 

He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 
VI. 
There,   like  a  trumpet   loud  and  ftrong, 

Thy  thunder   makes    our    coaft ; 
While  the  red  lightnings  wave  along, 

The  banners  of   thine  hoft. 
VII. 
Thunder  and  hail,  and  fires  and  florins, 

The  troops   of   his   command, 
Appear  in  all  your    dreadful   forms, 

And  fpeak  his  awful   hand. 
VIII. 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  furging  feas, 

In  your  eternal  roar  ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  refound  his  praife, 

And  fhore  reply  to  more. 

IX, 


HYMNS.  N 

IX. 

Whilft  monfters  porting  on  the  flood, 

In  fcaly   filver  mine, 
Speak    terribly  their  maker   God, 

And  laili  the  foaming  brine. 

X. 

Bnt  gentler  things   (hall  tune  his  name, 

To  fofter  notes  than   thefe, 
Young  breezes  breathing  o'er  the  ftream, 

Or   whifp'ring  through  the  trees. 

XI. 
Wave  your  till  heads,  ye  lofty  pine  J, 

To  him  who  bid  you  grow, 
Sweet  clufters  bend  the  fruitful  vines. 

On  ev'ry  thankful  bough. 

XII. 
Let  the  fhrill  birds  his  honour  raife, 

And  climb  the  morning  fky  : 
While  grov'ling  beafls  attempt  his  praife 

In  hoarfer   harmony. 

XIII. 

Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures   fing, 

Ye  mortals  take  the   found, 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  king, 

Through  all  the  nations  round, 

XIV. 
Th'  eternal  name  muft  fly  abroad, 

Where'er  the  day  can  flame  ; 
And  the  whole  race   fhall  bow  to  God, 

That  wears   the  human  name. 

HYMN 


82  HYMNS. 

HYMN    LXXV. 

Redemption. 

I. 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  mines  ! 
How   high  thy   wonders  rife  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thoufand  figns, 
By  thoufand  through  the  fkies. 

II. 

Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 
Their  motions   fpeak  thy  fkill  ; 

And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour, 
We  read  thy  patience  ftill. 

III. 

Part  of  thy  name  divinely    (lands, 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  mew  the  labour  of  thine  hands, 

Or   imprefs  of  thy  feet. 

iv. 

But  when  we  view  thy  ftrange  defign 

To   fave  rebellious    worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  companion  join, 

In   their  divineft  forms  ; 
V. 

Our  thoughts  are  loft  in  reverend  awe  ; 

We  love  and  we  adore  ; 
The  firft  arch-angel  never  faw 

So  much   of  God  before. 
VI. 
Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares    a  creature  guefs, 
Which  of  the  glories  brighteft  fhone, 

The  juflice  or  the  grace. 

VII. 


HYMN    S.  83 

VII. 

When   Tinners  broke  the   Father's  laws, 

The  dying   Son   atones  ; 
Oh  the   deep  myft'ries   of  his  crofs  ! 

The  triumph  ot    his  groans  ! 
VIII. 
For  this,  while  angels  bear  their  part, 

In   their  immortal    fong, 
Wonder  and  joy   (hall  tune  my   heart, 

And  love  command    my   tongue. 

H  Y  M  N     LXXVI. 
Divine  Counfels. 

I. 

KEEP    filence,   all  created  things, 
And  wait  your    Maker's  nod  ; 
My  foul   ftands  trembling,  while  file  tings 
The  honours  01   her  God. 
II. 
Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  : 
He    fits    on    no   precarious   throne, 
Nor   borrows    leave  to  be. 
III. 
Th*  almighty   voice  bid    ancient  night 

Her  endlefs  realms  refign  ; 
And  lo,   ten  thoufand  globes   of  lighi 
In  fields  of  azure  fhine. 
IV. 
Now  wifdom    with  fuperior  fway 
Guides  the   vaft    moving  frame, 
Whilft  all  the  ranks  of  beings  pay 
lyeep  rev'rence   to  his  name, 


84  HYMN    S. 

V. 
He  fpake  :  The   fun  obedient   flood, 

And  held  the  falling  day  : 
Old  Jordan  backward  drives  his  flood, 

And    difappoints  the   fea. 
VI. 
Fixt   to   his  throne  a  volume  lies, 

With   all   the   ftates  of  men, 
With   ev'ry  angel's   form  and   fize, 

Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 
VII. 
His  providence  unfolds   the  book, 

And    makes   his   counfels   fhine  : 
Each  opening  leaf,   and    ev'ry    flroke, 

Fulfils  fome  deep  defign. 
VIII. 
Here  he   exalts    neglecled  worms 

To  fceptres    and  a  crown  ; 
Anon  the   following  page    he  turns, 

And   treads  the   monarch  down. 
IX. 
No  creature  afks  the  reafon  why,   . 

Nor  God  the  reafon  gives  ; 
No  favourite  angel  dares  to  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 
X. 
My   God,   I  would  not  wifh  to   fee 

With  ever-curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy   lines  are  writ  for  me, 

Or  what   bright  fcenes  may  rife. 
XI. 
In  thy  fair  Jbpok   of  life  and  grace, 

May    I   but   find  my  name, 
Recorded   in  fome  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb. 

-H^-ni*  H  Y  M  N 


HYMNS.  SS 

HYMN    LXXVII. 
Death  and  Eternity. 

I. 

MY  thoughts,  that  often  mount  the  fkier,, 
Go,  iearch  the  world  beneath, 
Where  nature  all    in  ruin    lies, 
And  owns  her  fov'reign,   death. 
II. 
The  tyrant,  how  he  triumphs  here  ! 

His   trophies    fpread   around  ! 
And  heaps  of  dull  and  bones  appear 
Through  all  the  hollow  ground. 
III. 

Thefe   (kulls,  what  ghaftly  figures  now  ! 

How  loathfome  to  the  eyes  ! 
Thefe  are    the  heads  we   lately   knew, 

So  beauteous  and    fo   wife. 
IV. 
But  where  the  fouls,   thofe  deathlefs  things, 

That   left  this  dying  clay  ? 
My  thoughts,  now  11  retch  out  all  your  wings, 

And   trace   eternity. 
V. 
O  that  unfathomable   fea  ! 

Thofe   deeps  without   a  more  ! 
Where   living   waters  gently  play, 

Or  fiery  billows   roar. 
VI. 
Thus  muft  we   leave  the  banks  of  life, 

And  try   this    doubtful   fea  ; 
Vain  are"  our  groans,   and    dying   flrife, 

To   gain   a  moment's   flay. 

I  VII. 


86  HYMNS. 

VII. 

Some  hearty   friend  mall  drop  his  tear 

On   our  dry  bones,  and   fay, 
"  Thefe  once  were  ftrong,  as  mine  appear, 

11  And  mine  muft  be   as  they." 
VIII. 
Thus   fhall  our  mould'ring  members  teach, 

What  now  our  fenfes    learn  : 
For  dull  and  afhes   loudeft   preach 

Man's   infinite   concern. 

HYMN    LXXVIII. 
Praife  for  Creation  and  Providence. 

I. 

Sing  th'  almighty  pow'r  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rife, 
That  fpread  the  flowing  feas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  fkies. 
II. 
I    ling  the  wifdom  that   ordain'd 

The  fun  to  rule  the  day  ; 
The  moon  mines  full   at  his   command, 
And  all  the  ftars  obey. 
III. 
I   fing  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
That  fill'd  the  earth  with   food, 
He  form'd  the   creatures  with  his  word. 
And  then   pronounc'd  them    £ood. 

iv.        * 

Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  difplay'd, 

Where-e'er    I    turn   mine    eye, 
If  I   furvey  the   ground  I  tread, 

Or  gaze  upon  the  fky. 

V. 


i 


HYMNS.  87 

V. 

There's  not  a  plant  or  flow'r  below, 

But  makes  thy  glories   known  ; 
And   clouds  arife,  and  tempefts  blow 

By  orders  from  thy  throne. 
VI. 
Creatures  (as  num'rous   as  they  be) 

Are  fubjefct.  to  thy  care  : 
There's  not  a  place   where  we  can  flee, 

But  God  is  prefent  there. 
VII. 
In  heaven  he   mines  with  beams  of  love, 

With  wrath  in   hell    beneath  ; 
'Tis  on   his  earth   I  fland  or  move. 

And  'tis  his  air  I  breathe. 
VIII. 
His   hand  is   my  perpetual   guard, 

He   keeps  me  with  his   eye  ; 
Why  mould  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 

Who  is   for  ever  nigh  ? 

HYMN    LXXIX. 
Praife  to  God  for  our  Redemption. 

I. 

BLEST  be  the  wifdom   and  the  pow'r, 
The  juftice  and  the  grace, 
That  join'd  in  counfel   to   reltore, 
And  fave   our  ruin'd   race. 
II. 
Our  Father  eat  forbidden   fruit, 

And   from  his   glory  fell  ; 
And  we  his  children  thus  were  brought 
To  death,  and  near  to   hell. 

III. 


88  HYMNS. 

III. 

Bleil  be  the  Lord  who  fent  his  Son 

To  take  our  flefh  and  blood  : 
He   for   our   lives  gave  up  his  own, 

To  make  our  peace  with   God. 
IV. 
He  honoured  all   his  Father's  laws, 

Which  we  have  difobey'd  : 
He  bore  our  fins  upon  the  crofs, 

And  our  full  ranfom  paid. 
V. 
Behold  him   rifing  from  the  grave, 

Behold  him   rais'd  on   high  ; 
He  pleads  his  merits  there  to   fave 

Tranfgreffors  doom'd  to  die. 
VI. 
There  on  a  glorious  throne  he  reigns, 

And  by  his  pow'r  divine, 
Redeems  us  from  the  flavifh  chains 

Of    fatan,    and  of    fin. 
VII. 
Thence  fhall  the  Lord  to  judgment  come, 

And  with  a  fov 'reign  voice 
Shall  call,   and   break  up  ev'ry  tomb, 

While  waking  faints  rejoice. 
VIII. 
O  !  may  I  then  with  joy  appear, 

Before  the  Judge's  face, 
And   with  the  bleft  afTembly  there, 

Sing  his  redeeming  grace. 

HYMN 


HYMN    S.  S9 

HYMN    LXXX. 
The  Excellency  of  the   Bible. 
I. 

GREAT  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praijfc, 
On  all  thy   works  I   look  ; 
But   ftill   thy   wifdom,    pow'r  and  grace, 
Shine  brighter  in  thy  book. 
II. 
The   ftars,  that  in  their  courfes  roll, 

Have   much  inftru&ion  giv'n, 
But  thy  good  word  informs  my  foul. 
How  I  may  climb  to   heav'n. 
III. 

The  fields  provide  me  food,  and   fhew 

The  goodnefs  of  the   Lord  ; 
Btit  fruits  of  life  and   glory   grow 

In   thy  moft   holy  word. 
IV. 
Here  are  my  choicefl  treafures   hid, 

Here  my  beft  comfort  lies  ; 
Here  my  de  fires  are    fatisfy'd, 

And  hence  my  hopes   arife. 
V. 
Lord,  make  me  under ftand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been  ; 
And  from  thy  gofpel   let  me  draw 

Pardon  for   all  my  On. 
VI. 
Here  I  would  learn  how   Chrift  has   dy'd 

To  fave  my   foul   from  hell  : 
Not  all  the  books   on   earth  befide 

Such  heav'nly  wonders  tell. 

I    2  VII. 


90  HYMNS. 

VII. 
Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 

And  take  a  trefh  delight, 
By  day   to  read   thofe  wonders  o'er, 

And  meditate  by  night. 

HYMN     LXXXI. 
Againfi  Pride  in   Cloaths. 

I. 

WHY  mould  our  garments  (made  to  hide 
Our  parents  fhame)  provoke  our  pride  ? 
The    art  of  drefs   did   ne'er   begin, 
'Till  Eve  our   mother  learnt  to  fin. 

II. 
When   firft   me  put  her  cov'ring  on, 
Her  robe  of  innocence   was  gone  : 
And  yet  her  children   vainly   boall 
In  the  fad  marks  of  glory  loft. 

III. 
How  proud   we  are  !   how  fond  to   fhew 
Our  cloaths,  and  call  them  rich  and  new  ; 
When  the  poor  fheep  and  filk-worm  wore 
That   veiy   cloathing  long  before. 

The  tulip  and  the   butterfly 

Appear  in  gayer  coats  than   I. 

Let  me  be  dreft  fine  as  I  will, 

Flies,  worms,  and  flcw'rs  exceed  me   Hill. 

V. 
Then  will   I  fet  my  heart  to   find 
Inward  adornings  of  the  mind  ; 
Knowledge  and  virtue,  truth  and  grace  ; 
Thefe  are  the  robes  of   richeft  drefs. 

VI. 


HYMN    S.  91 

VI. 

No  more  (hall  worms  with  me  compare, 
This  is   the  raiment  angels  wear  : 
The  Son  of  God,    when  here   below. 
Put  on   this  blefl  apparel  too. 

VII. 
It  never  fades,  it  ne'er  grows  old, 
Nor  fears  the  rain,  nor   moth,   nor  mould  : 
It  takes   no  fpot,  but  ftill  refines  ; 
The  more  'tis  worn,  the  more  it  mines, 

VIII. 
In  this  on  earth   may  I  appear, 
Then  go   to  heav'n,   and  wear  it  there  : 
God  will  approve  it  in  his  fight  ; 
1Tis  his  own  work,  and  his  delight, 

HYMN     LXXXIL 
Jejus  Chrijl. 
I. 

SAGES  of  ancient  letter'd  times  ! 
In   ev'ry  age,  and  difTrent   climes, 
For  wifdom  fam'd  among  mankind, 
Withdraw  your  thinly-fcatter'd  rays, 
Before  the  broad  o'erpow'ring  blaze 
Of  the   fupreme   eternal  mind. 
II. 
Mercy's  great  year,    in  heav'n   inroll'd, 
By    feers   fucceeding   feers    foretold, 

Was  now  with  folemn  pomp  unfeal'd, 
Light  of  the  world,  Median  came, 
In  his  almighty  Father's  name, 
And  immortality  reveal 'd, 

III. 


92  HYMNS. 

III. 

Fill'd  with  his  Father's  ftrength  he  taught  ; 
The  dumb   in  rapture  fpeak  their  thought; 

The  lame  man  bounding  like  the  roe  : 
The  blind  look  up  to  heav'n,  ftern  death 
Refigns  its   fpoil,  and  from  his  breath, 

Fierce  demons  ihrink  to  {hades  below, 
IV. 
O  works  of  pow'r,   O  works  of  love, 
Ethereal  embaiTage  to  prove, 

That  ev'ry  rifing  doubt  controul  ; 
Earneft  of  love  and  pow'r  more   ftrong, 
Which  to  the  Son  of   God   belong, 

To  heal  the  miferies  of  the   foul. 
V. 
Great  Prophet,    Saviour,   worthy   thou 
That   ev'ry  knee  in  homage    bow, 

From  ev'ry  mouth  thy  praife  mould  flow  ; 
All   thy  commands   are  mild  and  juft, 
Thy  promife  faithful   to  our  truft, 

Will   pardon,  peace,  and   heav'n  bellow. 

HYMN     LXXXIII. 
Happy  Poverty. 
L 

YE  humble  fouls  complain  no  more  ; 
Let  faith   furvey  your   future   {lore  : 
How   happy,    how   divinely  bleff, 
The  facred  words  of  truth  atteft. 

II. 
When  confcious  grief  laments    fmcere, 
And  pours  the   penitential  tear  ; 
Hope  points  to  your  dejected  eyes, 
The  bright  reverfion    in  the   fkies, 

III. 


H     Y    M    N     S.  93 

III. 

In  vain  the   fons  of  wealth  and  pride 
Defptfe  your  lot,  your  hopes   deride  ; 
In  vain  they  boafl  their    little   ftores, 
Trifles   are  theirs,  a  kingdom    yours. 

IV. 
There  (hall  your   eyes  with  rapture  view 
The    glorious  triend  that  dy'd    for  you  ; 
Who  dy'd  to  ranfom,  dy'd  to  raife 
To  crowns  oi  joy,  and   fongs   of  praife, 

Jefus,   to  thee  I   breathe  my  pray'r  : 
Reveal,  confirm    my   int'reft   there  ! 
Whate'er  my  humble  lot  below, 
This,  this  my  foul  defires  to  know. 

VI. 
O  let  me  hear  the   voice  divine, 
Pronounce  the  glorious  blefling  mine  ! 
Enrol  I'd  among  the   happy  poor, 
My  largeil   wiihes  afk  no  more. 

HYMN    LXXXIV. 
^he  Power  of  Faith. 

I. 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  blifs, 
And  faves  me  from  its  fnares  ; 
Its  aid    in  ev'ry  duty  brings, 
And  foftens  all  my  cares  : 
II. 
Extinguishes   the  thirfl  of  fin, 
And    lights   the   facred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heav'nly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure   defire. 

III. 


c,4  HYMNS. 

III. 

The  wounded  confcience  knows  its  power 

The   healing  balm  to  give  : 
That  balm  the  faddeft  heart  can  cheer, 

And  make  the  dying  live. 
IV. 
Wide  it  unveils  celeftial  worlds, 

Where  death lefs  pleafures  reign  ; 
And  bids  me  feek  my  portion  there, 

Nor   bids  me  feek  in  vain. 
V. 
Shews  me  the  precious  promife,  feal'd 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  reft 

Upon  a  faithful   God. 
VI. 
There,  there  unfhaken  would  I  reft, 

Till  this   vile  body   dies  : 
And  then,   on   faith's  triumphant  wings, 

At  once  to  glory  rife. 

HYMN    LXXXV. 
The  Grave  fanttified  by  Chrift* 

I. 

HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 


w 


Or  ihake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
?Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call   them  to  his  arms. 
II. 
Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And   left  a  long  perfume. 

Ill 


HYMNS.  95 

III. 

The  graves  of  all  the  faints  he  bleft, 

And    foft'ned   ev'ry    bed  : 
Where   mould  the  dying-  members  reft, 

But   with  the  dying   head  ? 
'  IV. 
Thence  he  arofe  and   burft  the  chain, 

To  mew   our  feet   the  way 
From   (hades,  where  death  and  darknefs  reign, 

To  realms  of  endlefs   day. 
V. 
Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  his    kindred   rife  ; 
Awake,   ye   nations    under  ground, 

Ye  faints,  afcend  the  fkies. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXVI. 

On  Providence. 
I. 

LORD,  when  our  raptur'd  thought  furveys 
Creation's  beauties   o'er, 
\11   nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praife, 
And  bid  our  fouls  adore. 
II. 
vVhere'er    we  turn   our  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant   footfteps  mine  : 
ren  thoufand  pleafing  wonders   rife, 
And  fpeak  their  fource  divine. 
III. 
rhe  living  tribes  of  countlefs   forms, 

In  earth,   and  fea,  and  air  ; 
rhe  meaneft  flies,   the  fmallefl  worms, 
Almighty  pow'r  decl. 

IV. 


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IV. 

Thy  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  goodnefs,  Lord, 

In   all   thy   works  appear  : 
And  O  let  man  thy  praife  record  ; 

Man,  thy  diftinguifh'd   care. 

From  thee  the  breath  of  life  he  drew  ; 

That  breath  thy  pow'r  maintains  ; 
Thy   tender  mercy   ever  new, 

His  brittle  frame  fuftains. 
VI. 
Yet  nobler  favours  claim  his  praife, 

Of  reafon's  light  pofTefs'd  ; 
By  revelation's  brighten1   rays, 

Still  more   divinely  blefs'd. 
VII. 
Thy  providence,  his  conftant  guard 

When  threat'ning  woes  impend, 
Or  will  th'  impending   dangers  ward, 

Or  timely  fuccours  lend. 
VIII. 
On  us,  that  providence   has  fhone, 

With  gentle  fmiling  rays  ; 
O  let  our  lips  and  lives  make  known, 

Thy  goodnefs,  and  thy  praife. 

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HYMN    LXXXVII. 
Seafonable  Showers. 

I. 

ITH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 


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Addreis   the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heavens  he   fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  iky. 

II. 


H    Y     M     N    S.  *7 

II. 

lie  fends   his  fhowers  of  bleffing  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the   mountains  crown. 

And  corn  in    vallies  grow. 

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He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
And  man,    who  taftes  his  fineft  wheat. 

Should  raife  his  honours  high. 
IV.  8 

The   changing   wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey   his  mighty  word  ; 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  fovereign   Lord  ! 

HYMN     LXXXVIII. 
The  Lord's  Prayer. 

I. 

UR  Father,   high  enthron'd  above, 
With  boundlefs  glory  crown'd  : 
Fountain  of   light,   and   life,  and   love, 
Ten  thoufand   worlds   around. 
II. 
Supremely  honour'd  be  thy  name, 

By   every  grateful    mind  ; 
Whether   a  pure   ethereal   flame, 
Or  yet  in  flefh   confin'd. 
III. 
Erecl  thine  empire,   gracious  King, 

And   fpread  its   pow'r   abroad  ; 
Till  earth,  and   all  her  millions,  fmg 
The  praifes  of  their  God. 

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9%  HYMNS. 

IV. 

O   be  thy  will   on  earth  obey'd, 

As   'tis  obey'd  above  ; 
And  the  profoundeft  homage  paid, 

With  all   the  joys  of   love. 

V. 
Each  rifmg  day  renews  our  want, 

That  want,   O  Lord,  relieve  ! 
And  with  our  food  thy  blefling  grant, 

By  both  thy  creatures  live. 

VI. 

Our  debts  are  grown  immenfely  large, 

But,  Lord  efface  the  fcore  ! 
As  we  a  brother's  debts  difcharge, 

And  never  claim  them  more. 

VII. 
Into  temptation's   poifon'd  air, 

O  never  let   us  ftray  ! 
Guard  us    from  evil    by  thy  care, 

Through  life's  endanger 'd  way  ! 

VIII. 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,   Lord,  by  right 

Unbounded  and    fupreme  ; 
And  thine  the  all-fuftaining  might, 

And   glory's  peerlefs  beam. 

IX. 

"  Thefe  are  for  ever  thine,"  in  fongs 
44  Heaven's  blifsful  myriads  cry  ; 

H  Thefe  are  for  ever  thine/'  our  tongues 
In  humbler  notes  reply. 

HYMN 


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HYMNS.  99 

HYMN    LXXXIX. 
Give  us  this  Day  our  daily  Bread. 

I. 

OUNTAIN  of  bleffing,  ever  blefs'd, 


Enriching  all,  oi'  all  poffefs'd  ; 
By  whom  the  whole  creation's  fed, 
Give  me,  each  day,    my  daily  bread. 

To  thee    my  very   life   I  owe, 
From  thee  do  all  my  comforts  flow  ; 
And  every  blefling  which  I   need, 
Muft  from  thy  bounteous  hand  proceed. 

III. 
Great  things  are  not  what  I  defire, 
Nor  dainty  meat,  nor  rich  attire  ; 
Content  with  little   would  I  be, 
That  little,  Lord,  muft  come  from  thee. 

IV. 
While  wicked  men,    with  all  their  ftore, 
Are  ever  grafping  after  more  ; 
With  Agur's  wifh  I'm  fatisfy'd, 
Nor  grudge  them  all  the  world  befide. 

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HYMN    XC. 

An  Invocation  to  praife  the   Lord. 
I. 

YE  works   of  God,  on  him  alone, 
In  earth  his  footftool,  heav'n  his  throne, 
Be  all    your  praife   beftow'd  ; 
Whofe  hand,  the  beauteous  fabric  made, 
Whofe  eye,  the  finifh'd  work   furvey'd, 
And  faw  that  all  was  good. 

8  ii. 


joo  HYMNS. 

II. 

Ye   angels,  who  with  loud  acclaim, 
Admiring  view'd  the   new-born  frame, 

And  hail'd  th'   Eternal  King  ; 
Again,  proclaim  your   Maker's  praife. 
Again,  your  thankful   voices   raife, 

And  facred  anthems  finff. 

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Ye  fons  of  men,  his  praife   difplay, 
Who   ftamp'd  his    image  on  your  clay, 

And  gave  it  pow'r  to   move  : 
Ye,    who  in    Judah's  confines  dwell, 
From  age  to   age  fucceflive  tell, 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 
IV. 
And  you,  your   thankful  voices  join, 
Who   oft  at  Salem's  facred    fhrine, 

Before  his  altars  kneel  : 
Where  thron'd  in   majefty    he  dwells, 
And  from  the  myftic  cloud  reveals 

The  dictates  of  his  will. 
V. 
Ye  fpirits  of  the  juft  and  good, 
That,   eager   for  the  blefs'd  abode, 

To   heav'nly  manfions  foar  : 
O   let  your  fongs   his  praife  difplay, 
Till  heav'n  itfeli   fhall  melt  away, 

And  time  fhall  be  no  more. 
VI. 
Praife   Him,  ye  meek  and  humble  train, 
Ye  faints,  whom  his  decrees  ordain 

The  boundlefs  blifs  to  mare  : 
O   praife  Him,  till  ye  take  your  way 
To   regions   of  eternal   day, 

And  reign  for  ever  there. 

*§*4f*  HYMN 


HYMNS.  101 

HYMN     XCI. 
Growing  in  Grace. 

I. 

PRAISE   to  thy  name,  eternal   God, 
For  all  the  grace  thou   (hed'ft  abroad  ; 
For  all  thine  influence  from  above, 
To   warm  our  fouls  with  facred  love. 

II. 
Bleft  be  thy  hand,  which  from  the  fkies 
Brought   down  this  plant  of  Paradife, 
And  gave  its  heav'nly  glories   birth, 
To  deck  this  wildernefs  of  earth. 

III. 
But  why  does  that  celeftial   flow'r 
Open,  and  thrive,  and  fhine  no  more  : 
Where  are  its  balmy  odours  fled  ? 
And  why  reclines  its  beauteous  head  ? 

IV. 
Too  plain   alas  !    the   languor  fhows 
Th'  unkindly   foil   in  which   it  grows  ; 
Where  the  black  frofts   and  beating   florm 
Wither,  and  rend  its  tender  form. 

V. 
Unchanging  fun,  thy  beams  difplay, 
To   drive  the  frofts  and   ftorms  away  ; 
Mike  all  thy   potent  virtues  known, 
To  cheer  a  plant  fo   much  thy  own. 

VI. 
And  thou,  bleft  Spirit,   deign  to  blow 
Frefh  gales  of  heav'n  on  fhrubs   below  ; 
So  mall  they  grow,  and   breathe    abroad, 
A   fragrance  grateful  to  our  God, 

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102  HYMNS. 

HYMN    XCII. 
The  Tear  crowned  with  divine  Goodnefs. 
I. 
TERNAL  fource   of  ev'ry  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praife  our  lips  employ, 
While    in  thy  temple  we    appear, 
Whofe  goodnefs  crowns  the  circling  year. 

II. 

Wide   as  the  wheels   of   nature  roll, 
Thy   hand    fupports    the    fteady   pole  : 
The  fun   is   taught   by   thee  to  rife, 
And   darknefs  when  to   veil  the  ikies, 

III. 
The  flow'ry  fpring  at  thy  command 
Embalms  the  air,   and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  fummer  beams  with  vigour  mine, 
To  raife  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

IV. 
Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  land  redundant  ftores  ; 
And  winters,  foften'd  by   thy   care, 
No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

V. 
Seafons,  and   months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  fucceflive  fongs   of   praife  ; 
Still   be  the  cheerful    homage  paid, 
With  op'ning  light,   and  ev'ning  (hade. 

VI. 
Here  in  thy  houfe  fhall  incenfe  rife, 
As    circling  fabbaths  blefs  our  eyes  ; 
Still  will  we  make   thy  mercies   known, 
Around  thy  board,  and  round  our  own. 

VII 


HYMNS.  103 

VII. 

O  may  our  more  harmonious  tongues 
In  worlds   unknown  purfue  the  fongs  ; 
And   in  thofe  brighter   courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years   revolve  no   more. 

HYMN     XCIII. 

For  a  Fajl-Day  in  Time  of  War. 

I. 

GREAT  God  oi'  heav'n  and  nature  rife, 
And   hear   our   loud  united    cries, 
"We  humbly  bow    before  thy    face, 
T'  implore  thine  aid,  to  feek  thy  grace. 

II. 
No   arm  of    flefh  we  make  our  trufl:, 
Nor  fword,    nor  horfe,  nor  fhips  we  boaft  ; 
Thine   is  the  land,  and  thine  the  main, 
And  human  fkill  and  force  are  vain. 

III. 
Our  guilt  might  draw  thy  vengeance  down 
On  ev'ry   more,  on   ev'ry  town  ; 
But  view  us,   Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And   lay  th'  uplifted  thunder  by. 

IV. 
Forgive  the  follies  of  our  times. 
And  purge  the   land  from  all   its  crimes  ; 
Reform 'd  and  deck'd  with   grace   divine, 
Let  rulers,   priefts  and  people  fhine, 

So  (hall  our  God  delight  to  blefs, 
And  crown  our  arms  with  wide   fuccefs  ; 
Our  foes  (hall  dread  Jehovah's  fword, 
While  we  victorious,   (hout  the  Lord. 

HYMN 


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HYMN    XCIV. 

A  Morning  Hymn. 
I. 

ONCE  more,  my  foul,   the   rifing  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules   the  fkies. 
II. 
Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The   day  renews   the  found, 
Wide   as  the  heav'ns  on  which  he  fits, 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 
III. 
'Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal   frame, 

My  tongue   (hall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath   delays, 
IV. 
On  us,  poor  worms,  his  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  we  could  ne'er  withftand  ; 
His  juftice  might  have  crufti'd  us  dead, 
But  mercy  held  his  hand. 
V. 
How  many  thoufand  fouls  have  fled 

Since  the  laft  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  he  lengthens  out  our  thread, 
And  yet  our  moments  run, 
VI. 
Great  God,  let  all  our  hours  be  thine, 

Whilft  we  enjoy  the   light  ; 
Then  mall  our  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful   night. 

HYMN 


H    Y    M    N    S.  105 

HYMN     XCV. 
fbi  Book  of  Nature  and  of  Scripture. 
I. 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  fky 
Declares  its    Maker   God, 
And  all  his  glorious   works   on  high, 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

II. 
The  darknefs  and  the   light, 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  : 
While  night  to  day,   and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach   his   name. 

III. 
In   ev'ry   difFrent   land, 
Their  general   voice  is  known  : 
They  (hew  the  wonders   of  his  hand, 
And  counfels  of  his  throne. 

IV. 
Thou  weflern   world    rejoice, 
Here  He  reveals  his  word  ; 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's   voice, 
To  bid  us  know  the   Lord, 

V. 
His   ftatutes  and   commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes, 
He  puts  his  gofpel   in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation   lies. 

VI. 
His   laws  are  juft  and   pure, 
His  truth   without   deceit, 
His    promifes   for  ever  fure, 
And  his  rewards   are   great. 

VII, 


Uo6  HYMN    S, 

VII. 

While  of  thy   works  I  fing, 
To   fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 
Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

HYMN    XCVL 
God  exalted  above  all  Praife. 

I. 

ETERNAL  Power !  whofe  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
Infinite    length,  beyond  the  bounds, 
Where  liars   revolve  their  little  rounds. 

II. 
The  loweft  ftep  beneath  thy  feat, 
Rifes  too  high   for  Gabriel's   feet  ; 
In  vain  the  tall  Arch-angel  tries 
To  reach  the  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

Lord,  what  {hall  earth  and  afhes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  : 
From  fin  and  duft  to  Thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,   the  Holy,  and  the  High  ! 

IV. 
Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy   fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lifp  thy  name  ; 
But  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mind, 
Leave  all  our   foaring  thoughts  behind. 

God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  ; 
Be  (hort  our  tunes ;   our  words  be  few  : 
A  facred  rev'rence  checks  our  fongs, 
And  praife  fits  filent  on  our  tongues. 

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H     Y    M    N    S.  107 

HYMN     XCVII. 

Gratitude. 

I. 

HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 


Mv  rifing   foul   furveys  ; 
Trauiported  with  the  view,  I'm  loft  . 
In  wonder,   love,    and   praife  : 

II. 

O  how   fhall   words   with  equal   warmth 

The   gratitude  declare, 
That  glows   within  my  ravifh'd  heart  ? 

But  thou   can  ft  read  it  there. 

III. 

Thy  Providence   my  life  fuftain'd, 

And  all   my   wants   redreft, 
When  in  the  filent  womb  I   lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breaft. 

IV. 
To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent   an   ear, 
E'er  yet  my   feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 

To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

V. 
Unnumber'd  comforts  to   my   foul 

Thy    tender  care    beftotv'd, 
Before   my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 
VI. 
When  in  the  flipp'ry  paths  of  youth 

With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unfeen  convey'd  me  fafe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

VII, 


10S  HYMN    S. 

VII. 

Through  ev'ry  period  of   my  life, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll   purfue  ; 
And  after  death,  in   diftant    worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 
VIII. 
When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more  ; 
My  ever-grateful   heart,  O   Lord, 

Thy   mercy  fhall   adore. 
IX. 
Through  all   eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful   fong  I'll   raife, 
But  Oh  !  eternity's   too   fhort 

To  utter   all  thy   praife. 

H  Y  M  N     XCVIII. 
Hhe  Vanity  of  mortal  Man. 

I. 

TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my   frame  : 
I   would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  J  am. 
II. 
Can  we  in  life  fecurely  truft, 

Or   boa  ft   of  future  time  ? 
Man   is   but   vanity   and   duft, 
In  all   his  flow'r  and  prime. 
III. 
See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain, 
They  rage  and   ftrive,  denre  and  love, 
But  all  their  noiie  is  vain, 


IV. 


HYMNS.  »o9 

IV. 
Some  walk   in   honour's  gaudy  fhcw, 

Some  dig   for  golden  ore, 
They  toil   tor  heirs,   they  know  not  who. 

And  flrait  are   feen  no  more. 
V. 
What  fhall   I  wilh  or  feek   for  then, 

From   creatures,  earth  and   dufl  ? 
They  make   our  expectations  vain, 

And  difjppoint   our  truft. 
VI. 
Now   we  forbid   our    carnal   hope, 

Our   fond  de fires  recall  : 
We  give  our  mortal  intereft  up, 

And  make    our    God  our   all. 

HYMN    XCIX. 

Thoughts  in  Sicknefs. 
I. 

WHEN  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  grief  and  fear, 
I   fee   my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how    fhall   I  appear  ! 
II. 
If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  fought, 
My  heart  with   inward  horror  fhrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought  : 
III.       * 
When   thou,  O  Lord,   malt  ftand  difclos'd 

In   majefty   fevere, 
And    fit   in    judgment  on    my  foul, 
O  how   fhall  I  appear  ! 

L  IV. 


no  HYMNS. 

IV. 
But  thou  haft  told  the  troubled  mind, 

Who  does  her  fins  lament, 
The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  endlefs  woe  prevent. 
V. 
Then  fee  the  forrow  of  my  heart, 

E'er  yet  it  be  too   late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans, 

To  give  thefe   forrows  weight. 

VI.         s 

For  never  fhall  my  foul  defpair, 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows   thy  only  Son  has  dy'd, 

To  make  her  nardon  fure. 

HYMN     C. 

Reliance  upon  God, 

I. 

THE  Lord  my  pafture  fhall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  fhepherd's  care  : 
His  prefence  fhall  my  wants  fupply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My    noon-day  walks  he  fhall  attend, 
And  all  my  mid-night  hours  defend. 

II. 

When   in  the   fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirfty   mountains   pant, 
To   fertile  vales,  and   dewy  meads, 
My  weary  wand'ring  fteps  he  leads  ; 
Where  peaceful   rivers,   foft  and  flow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landfcape  flow. 

Ill, 


HYMNS.  in 

III. 

Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread, 
My    ftedfaft  heart    fliall   fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O   Lord,  art  with  me  ftill  ; 
Thy  friendly  crook   mall  give   me  aid, 
And  guide   me  through  the  dreadful   fhade. 

IV. 

Though   m  a   bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  ftray, 
Thy  bounty   (hall  my  pains   beguile  : 
The   barren  wildernefs  mail    fmile, 
With  fudden  greens  and  herbage   crown'd, 
And  flreams   mall  murmur  all  around. 

HYMN    CI. 
Return  from   Sea. 

1. 

OW  are  thy  fervants  bleft,   O  Lord  ! 
How  fure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal   wifdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,   Omnipotence. 

II. 

Think,  O  my  foul,  devoutly  think, 

How   with  affrighted  eyes, 
Thou   faw'ft  the  wide  extended  deep 

In  all   its  horrors  rife  ! 

III. 

Confufion  dwelt  in  ev'ry  face* 

And  fear  in  ev'ry  heart  ; 
When  waves  on  waves,  and  gulphs  on  gulphs, 

O'ercame  the  pilot's  art. 

IV. 


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ii2  H    Y    M    N    S, 

IV. 

Yet  then  from  all  my  griefs,   O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  fet  me  free, 
Whilft  in  the  confidence  of  pray'r, 

My  foul  took  hold  on  Thee. 
V. 
For  though  in  dreadful  whirls  we  hunga 

High  on  the  broken   wave, 
I   knew  thou  wert  not  flow  to  hear, 

Nor  impotent  to  fave. 
VI. 
The  florin  was  laid,  the  winds  retir'd, 

Obedient  to  thy  will  ; 
The  fea  that  roar'd  at  thy  command, 

At  thy  command  was   ftill. 
VII. 
In  midft  of  dangers,  fears,  and  death, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll    adore, 
And  praife  thee  for  thy   mercies  paft, 

And  humbly  hope  for  more. 
VIII. 
My  life,  if  thou  preferv'ft  my  life, 

Thy  facrifice  fhall  be, 
And  death,   if  death  muff  be  my  doom, 

Shall  join  my  foul  to  thee. 

HYMN     CII. 
Longing  for  the  Prefence  of  Chrijl. 

I. 

IN  vain  the  dufky  night  retires, 
And  fullen  fhadows  fly  : 
In  vain  the  morn,  with  purple  light, 
Adorns  the  eallern  fky. 


II 


HYMNS.  113 

II. 

In   vain,  difpenfing  vernal  fweets, 

The  gentle  breezes  play  ; 
In  vain  the  birds  with   cheerful   fongs, 

Salute  the  new-born  day. 
III. 
In  vain,  unlefs  my  Saviour's  face, 

Thefe  gloomy  clouds   controuJ, 
And  dimpate  the   fullen   fhades, 

That  overwhelm  my  foul. 
IV. 
O!  vifit  then   thy  fervant,    Lord, 

With   favour  from  on  high  : 
Arife,   my  bright  immortal  fun  ! 

And  all  thefe  fhades   (hall  die. 
V. 
When,  when  fhall  we  behold  thy  face, 

All  radiant  and  ferene, 
Without  thofe  envious  dufky  clouds, 

That  make  a  veil  between  ? 
VI. 
When  fhall  that  Iong-expe£ted  day 

Of  facred  vifion  be, 
When  our  impatient  fouls  fhall  make 

A  near  approach  to  Thee  ? 

HYMN    CIII. 

For  a  Time  of  general  Sicknefs. 

I. 

DEATH,  with  his  dread  commiffion  feaPd, 
Now  haftens  to  his  arms  ; 
In  awful   ftate    he  takes  the  field, 
And  founds  his  dire  alarms. 

L  2  II. 


ir4  HYMNS. 

II. 

Attendant   plagues  around   him   ftand, 

And  wait  his  dread  command  ; 
And  pains,  and  dying  groans  obey 

The  fignal  of  his  hand. 
III. 
With  cruel  force  he  fcatters  round 

His   fhafts  of  deadly  pow'r  ; 
While  the  grave  waits  its  deftin'd  prey, 

Impatient  to  devour. 
IV. 
Look  up,  ye  heirs  of  endlefs  joy, 

Nor    let  your  fears   prevail  ; 
Eternal  life  is  your  reward, 

When  life  on  earth  mall   fail. 
V. 
What  though  his  darts  promifcuous  hurl'd, 

Deal  fatal  plagues  around, 
And  heaps  of  putrid  carcafes 

O'erload  the    cumber'd  ground  : 
VI. 
The  arrows  that  mail  wound  your  flefh, 

Were  giv'n  him  from  above, 
Dipt  in  the  great  Redeemer's  blood, 

And  leather'd  all   with   love. 
VII. 
Thefe,  with  a  gentle  hand  he  throws, 

And  faints  lie  gafping  too  ; 
But  heav'nly   ilrength  fupports  their  fouk, 

And  bears  them  conqu'rors  through. 
VIII. 
Joyful  they  ftretch  their  wings  abroad, 

And   all   in  triumph  rife, 
To  the   fair  palace  of  their   God, 

And  manfions  in  the  Ikies. 

*§*«§**  HYMN 


HYMNS.  115 

HYMN     CIV. 

Love  to   God. 

I. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love   infpires  the   bread  ; 
Love  is  the  brighteft  of  the  train, 
And  quickens  all  the  reft. 
II. 
Knowledge,  alas  !    'tis  all   in  vain, 

And   all  in   vain  our   fear  : 
Our   flubborn   fins  will   fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fwift  obedience  move  ; 
The  Devils  know  and  tremble  too, 

But  Satan  cannot  love. 
IV. 
Before  we  quite  forfake   our  clay, 

Or   leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of   love   bear  us  away, 

To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

V.  *" 

This  is   the   grace  that  lives  and  fings, 

When  faith  and  hope  mall  ceafe  : 
Tis  this  (hall  ftrike  our  joyful  firings, 

In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

<#&«&* 
HYMN     CV. 
A  Penitotiial  Hymn. 
I. 

THOU  facred  Pow'r,  in  heav'n  above, 
Eternal  and  fupreme  ! 
Accept  the  faint  addrefs    we  make 
To  thy  adored   name.  II. 


u6  HYMNS. 

II. 

Pierc'd  with  the  deepeft  fenfe  of  guilt, 

We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  humbly  hope  for  pard'ning   grace, 

Through  thy   beloved   Son. 

O  may  that   grace  our  hearts  incline 

To   keep   the  heav'nly  road  ! 
Though   all   the  jpow'rs  on   earth  combine 

To   drive  us   from  our   God. 
IV. 
Sinful   we   are,  and   oft  offend 

Againft  thy  juft  command, 
And  yet  protection   Hill  we  find, 

From  thy   fupporting  hand. 

Th'  amazing  debt  to  thee  we  owe, 

Increases   every   day  : 
And  yet  a  few   relenting  tears, 

Is   all  we   can   repay. 
VI. 
Thy  tender  mercies,  Lord,  be  flow, 

Our  many   fins  remove  ; 
And  ev'ry   ftubborn  heart  fubdue, 

With  thy  forgiving  love. 

«&  «& 

HYMN     CVI. 

For  a  Fafl-Day* 
I. 

WHEN   Abr'am   full  of  facred  awe, 
Before  Jehovah    flood, 
And  with  a   humble  fervent  pray'r, 
For  ffuilty  Sodom  fu'd, 

II, 


HYMNS.  n7 

II. 

With  what   fuccefs,  what  wond'rous  grace, 

Was   his  petition  crown'd  ! 
The  Lord  would  fpare,  if  in  the  place 

Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 
III. 
And   could  a   fingle   holy   foul 

So   rich   a   boon    obtain   ? 
Great  God,  and  fhall  a  nation  cry, 

And  plead  with   thee   in  vain  ? 
IV. 
Our  country,    guilty   as  fhe  is, 

Some  faints,   we   hope,  can  boaft, 
And  now  their  fervent  pray'rs   afcend, 

And  can  thofe  pray'rs  be   loft  ? 

Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 

Now,  as  in  ancient  times  ? 
Or  does  this  finful   land   exceed 

Gomorrah   in   its   crimes  ? 
VI. 
Still   are  we  thine,   we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode, 
Long  has  thy   prefence  blefs'd  our  land, 

Forfake  us  not,  O  God. 

HYMN     CVII. 
tte  Nativity   of  Chrifi. 

I. 

"  O  HEPHERDS,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes, 

O  "And  fend  your  fears  away  ; 
"  News  from  the  region   of  the  Ikies, 
"  Salvation's  born  to  day. 

II. 


n8  HYMNS. 

II. 

"  Jefus,  the  King  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell   with  you  : 
N  To-day  he  makes  his   entrance  here, 

"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 
III. 
"  No  gold,  nor  purple  fwadling  bands, 

"  Nor   royal   mining  things  ; 
"  A  manger  for  his   cradle   Hands, 

"  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 
IV. 
"  Go,  fhepherds,   where  the  infant  lies, 

•*  And  fee  his  humble  throne  ; 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

"  Go,  fhepherds,  kifs  the  Son." 
V. 
Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  ftrait  around 

The  heav'nly  armies  throng, 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  found, 

And  thus  conclude  the  fong  : 
VI.        s 
"  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

"  Let  peace  furround  the   earth  ; 
"  Mortals  Ihall   know  their  Maker's  love, 

"  By  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

HYMN    CVIII. 
The  Toung  encouraged  to  feek  and  love  Chrijl. 

I. 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
In  fmiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  ev'ry  earthly  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear, 

II. 


HYMNS. 

II. 

He,    Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops   to  converfc   with   you  ; 
And  lays   his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendfhip  to  ptirfue. 
III. 
*  The  foul    that  longs  to   fee  my   face, 

"  Is  fure  my   love  to  gain  ; 
"  And  thofe,  who  early  leek  my   grace, 
"  Shall   never  feek   in  vain." 
IV. 
What  objea,   Lord,  our  fouls  mould  move, 

If  once  compar'd  with  Thee  ? 
What   beauty   mould  command   our  love, 
Like   what  in  Chrift  we  fee  ? 
V. 
Away,  ye   falfe  delufive  toys, 

Vain  tempters   of  the    mind  ! 
Here    will   we  fix  our  lafting  choice, 
For  here  true  hlifs  we  find. 

HYMN    CIX. 

A   Funeral  Hymn. 

I. 

THE  God  of  love  will   fure  indulge 
The   flowing  tear,  the   heaving  figh» 
When  righteous  perfons   fall   around, 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die 

II. 
Yet  not  a  murmuring  thought  fhall  e'er 
With  thefe  our  mourning  paflions  blend  ; 
Nor  would  our  bleeding   hearts  forget 
IV  Almighty  ever-living  Friend, 

III 


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120 


HYMNS. 


III. 

Beneath  a  num'rous   train  of  ills, 
Our  feeble  flefh  and  heart  may  fail  ; 
Yet  fhall  our  hope  in  thee,   our  God, 
O'er  ev'ry  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

Parent  and  hufband,  guard  and  guide, 
Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one  ; 
On  thee  we  caft  our  ev'ry  care, 
And  comfort  feek  from  thee  alone. 

V. 
Our  Father  God,   thee  have  we  chofe, 
Our  rock,   our  portion,   and  our  friend, 
And  on  thy   cov'nant  love   and  truth, 
Our  finking  fouls    mail  ftill  depend. 

HYMN     CX. 
At  the   Funeral  of  a  young  Per/on. 

I. 

HEN  blooming  Youth  is  fnatch'd  away 


w 


By  death's  refiftlefs  hand 
Our   hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  mull  demand. 

While  pity  prompts  the  rifing  ligh, 

O  may  this  truth,  impreft 
With  awful  pow'r — I  too  muft  die — 

Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breaft. 
III. 
Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  feize  the  prefent  hour, 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 

IV 


HYMNS.  oi 

IV. 
The  voice  of  this  alarming  fcene, 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey, 
Nor   be    the   heav'nly    warning  vain, 

Which  calls   to    watch  and  pray. 

O   let   us  fly,  to  Jefus   fly, 

Whofe  pow'riul   arm    can   fave  ; 

Then   mail   our  hopes  afcend   on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er   the   grave. 

Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  grace  impart, 

With  cleanfing  healing   pow'r  ; 
This   only   can   prepare   the  heart 

For  death's  important  hour. 

«&•«&• 
HYMN     CXI. 

Praife  for  National   Peace. 

L 

GREAT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and   ikies, 
A   word  of  thy   almighty    breath, 
Can   fink,  the  world  or  bid   it  rife  : 
Thy  fmile  is   life,  thv  frown  is    death. 

II. 
When  angry  nations  rufh  to  arms, 
And   rage   and  noife,   and  tumult  reign, 
And   war  refounds   its    dire  alarms, 
(\n&   (laughter  fpreads  the  hoftile  plain  : 

Thy  fov'reign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 

.\nd  marks  their  courfe,  and  bounds  their  pow'r  , 

Thv  word  the  angry   nations   own, 

\nd  nolle  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

M  IV. 


122  HYMNS. 

IV. 
Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 
(Sweet  peace  !  with  her  what  bleffings  fled  !) 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  vallies    fing, 
Reviving  commerce   lifts  her  head. 

Thou  good,  and  wife,  and  righteous  Lord, 
All    move  fubfervient  to  thy  will  ; 
And  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  fublime  decrees   fulfil. 

VI. 
To   thee  we  pay  our  grateful   fongs, 
Thy  kind  protection   ft  ill   implore  : 
O  may  our  hearts,   and   lives,   and  tongues, 
Confefs  thy  goodnefs   and  adore. 

HYMN    CXII. 

Refignation. 

I. 

WEARY  of  thefe  low  fcenes  of  night, 
My  fainting  heart  grows  fick  of  time, 
Sighs   for  the  dawn  of  fweet  delight, 
Sighs  for  a  diftant,   happier  clime  ! 

II. 
Ah  why  that  figh  ? — peace,  coward  heart, 
And  learn   to  bear  thy  lot  of  woe  : 
Look  round — how   eafy  is  thy  part, 
To  what  thv  fellow-fuff'rers  know. 

III. 
Are  not  the   forrows  of  the  mind 
Entail'd   on  ev'ry   mortal  birth  ? 
Con  vine  'd,   haft  thou  not   long  refign'd 
The  flatt'rinff  hope  of  blxfs  on  earth  ? 

IV. 


HYMNS.  123 

IV. 

'Tis   juft,  'tis  right  ;   thus  he   ordains, 
Who   form'd   this    animated    clod  ; 
That   needful   cares,   infhuclive   pains, 
May  hring  the  reftlefs  heart  to  God. 

V. 
In  him,   my  foul,  behold  thy  reft, 
Nor  hope    for  blifs  below  the   fky  : 
Come  Refignation  to  my  breaft, 
And    filence  ev'ry   plaintive    figh. 

VI. 
Come  Faith  and  Hope,   celeftial  pair  ! 
Calm   Refignation   waits    on  you  ; 
Beyond   thefe  gloomy  fcenes  of  care, 
Point  out   a   foul-reviving   view. 

VII. 

Parent  of  good,    'tis  thine   to   give 
Thefe   cheerful    graces   to  the  mind  : 
Smile  on  my   foul,  and  bid  me  live 
Defiring,   hoping,    yet   refign'd  ! 

HYMN    CXIII. 

The  Birth  of  Chrijl. 
I. 

ARISE,   and  hail   the  happy  day  ; 
Cad  all   low  cares  of  lite  away, 
And  thought  of  meaner  things  : 
This  day  to   cure   our  deadly  woes, 
The   fun  of  righteoufnefs  arofe, 
With  healing  in  his  wings. 

II. 


M4  HYMN    S. 

II. 

If  Angels    on   that   happy   morn, 
The  Saviour   of  the  world  was  born, 

Pour'd   forth  their  joyful    fongs  ; 
Much  more  mould  we  ot    human  race, 
Adore,  the  wonders  of   his   grace, 

To  whom  that  grace  belongs. 
III. 

O  then  let  heav'n  and  earth  rejoice, 
Let  ev'ry   creature  join  his   voice, 

To   hymn  the   happy   day  ; 
When   Satan's   empire  vanquifh'd  fell, 
And   all    the  pow'rs  of  death   and  hell, 

Confcfs'd   his    fbv'reign   fway. 

*§*■*!* 

HYMN    CXIV. 

.     The  Sufferings  of  Chrift. 

I. 

OW    let    our  pains  be   all    forgot, 


N 


Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  fuff'rings  are   not  worth  a  thought, 
When,   Lord,   compar'd  to  thine. 
II. 
In  lively   figures   here    we  fee, 

The   bleeding  prince   of   love  ; 
Each  of  us  hope  he  dy'd   for  me, 
And  then    our  griefs  remove. 

_    in. 

Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
No  mortal   tongue,   nor    mortal   thought, 

Can  equal    thanks   repay. 

IV. 


HYMNS.  tit 

IV. 

Our  Tongs  mould  found  like  thofe  above, 

Could  we   our  voices  raife  ; 
Yet,   Lord,  our  hearts  fhall  all   be   love, 

And  all  our   lives  be   praife. 

HYMN     CXV. 

Cbrift's  Regard  to  little  Children. 

I. 

SEE  Ifrael's  gentle  fhepherd  ftand 
With  all -engaging  charms  ; 
Hark,   how   he  calls   the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 
II. 
"  Permit  them  to   approach,  he   cries, 

"  Nor   fcorn  their   humble  name  ; 
"  For  'twas   to  blefs  fuch    fouls  as  thefe, 
;  The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
III. 
We  bring  them,  Lord,   in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up   to  thee  : 
Joyful,   that  we  ourfelves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 
IV. 
Ye   little  flock,   with   pleafure  hear  ; 

Ye   children,    feek  his   face  ; 
And   fly  with  tranfport  to  receive 
The   bleflings   of   his  grace. 
V. 
If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  truft  : 
That  care   fhall  heal   our  bleeding  hearts, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  duft. 

«^«4*  HYMN 

M  2 


126  HYMN    S. 

HYMN    CXVI. 

*The  Priefthood  of  Chrift  and'  Aaron 

compared, 

I. 

JESUS,   in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thoufand  glories  more, 
Than  fparkled  in  the  gems  and  gold, 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 
II. 
They   firft  their  own  burnt  off'rings  brought 

To  purge  themfelves  from    fin  ; 
Thy  life   was  pure   without  a  fpot, 
And  all   thy  nature   clean. 
III. 
Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within   the  veil  appears, 
Before  the   golden  throne. 
IV.  • 
But   Chrift  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 

Afcends  above  the   fides, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God, 
Shews  his  own  facrifice. 
V. 
Jefus,  the  king  of  glory  reigns, 

On  Sion's  heav'nly   hill, 
Looks  like   a  Lamb  that  once  was  flain, 
And  wears  his  priefthood  ftill. 

He  ever    lives  to    intercede 

Before  his   Father's   face  : 
Give  him,   my   foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 

Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

HYMN 


H    Y    M    N    S.  127 

HYMN    CXVII. 
The  Perfection  of  Scripture. 

I. 

LET  all  the  heathen  writers   join, 
To   form  one   perfect  book  ; 
Great   God,  if  once  compar'd  to  thine, 
How  mean  the  work  would   look  ! 
II. 
Not  the  mod  perfect  rules  they  gave, 

Could   (hew  one    fin  forgiv'n, 
Nor   lead   a   ftep  beyond  the  grave  : 
But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 
III. 
Thy  precepts   may   we  then  furvey, 

And   keep  thy   laws   in   fight, 
Through  all  the  bufinefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  our  aclions  right. 
IV. 
Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 

How  firm  their   fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their   fleady  feet   afide. 
V. 
Thy   word  is  like  a  heavenly   light, 

That  guides   them  all  the   day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp    to  lead  their   way. 
VI. 
Thy   word  is  everlafting   truth, 

How  pure  is  every   page  ! 
That  holy  book    mail  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

HYMN 


1 


128  HYMNS. 

HYMN     CXVIII. 

The  Angel's  Reply  to  the  Women  who  fought 
Chrifl  on  the  Morning  of  his  Refurreclion. 

I. 

YE  humble  fouls,  that  feek  the  Lord, 
Chafe  all   your  fears   away  ; 
And  how   with  pleafure  down  to  fee 
The  place  where  Jefus   lay. 
II. 
Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought  ; 

Such  wonders   love  can   do  ; 
Thus   cold  in  death  that  bofom  lay, 
Which  throbb'd  and  bled  for  you. 
III. 
A   moment  give   a   loofe  to  grief, 

Let  grateful  forrows  rife, 
And    warn   the   bloody   flams  away, 
With  torrents  from  your  eyes. 
IV. 
Then  dry  your  tears,  and  tune  your  fongs, 

The   Saviour  lives   again  ; 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The   conqueror  could  detain. 
V. 
High  o'er  th'  angelic  bands   he  rears 

His   once  difhonour'd   head  ; 
And  through  unnumber'd  years  he  reigns, 
Who   dwelt  amongft  the  dead. 

VI- 

With  joy  like  his  fhall  ev'ry  faint 

His  empty   tomb    furvey  ; 
Then  rife,   with  his  afcending  Lord, 
To  realms  of  endlefs  day. 

«*§*«§*  HYMN 


HYMN    S.  129 

HYMN     CXIX. 

Affliftions  and  Death  wader  Providence. 

I. 

NOT  from  the  dull  aflliftion  grows, 
Nor  troubles    rife  by  chance  ; 
Vet  we  are   born  to  cares  and  woes, 
A    fad  inheritance  ! 

II. 
As   fparks  break  out    from    burning  coals, 

And    ftill   are  upwards   borne  ; 
So  grief  is   rooted  in  our  fouls, 
And   man   grows   up    to   mourn  : 
III. 
Yet  with   my   God   I   leave  my  caufe, 

And  truft  his   promis'd  grace  ; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love   and   righteoufnefs. 
IV. 
Not  all  the  pains  that   e'er  I   bore 

Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace  ; 
For  death   and  hell  can   do  no  more, 
Than   thou  my  Father  pleafe. 

HYMN     CXX. 

Youth  and  Judgment. 
I. 

LO   the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
And  through  all   nature   rove, 
Fulfil  the  wiihes  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys   they  love. 

They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 

But  let  the    fmners   know 
The  ft  rift  account  that  God  requires, 

Of  all   the  works  they  do.  IIL 


130  HYMNS. 

III. 

The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high. 

The  frighted  earth  and   feas, 
Avoid   the   fury   of  his   eye, 

And  flee  before  his  face. 
IV. 
How  (hall  I   bear  that  dreadful  day, 

And   ftand  the  fiery  teft  ? 
I  give  all   mortal  joys  away 

To  be  for  ever  bleft. 

HYMN     CXXI. 

The  Law  and  Go/pel  diftinguijhed* 

I. 

THE  Law  commands,  and  makes  us  know, 
What  duties  to  our   God  we  owe  ; 
But   'tis  the  Gofpel  mull  reveal 
Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 

It 
The  law   difcovers   guilt  and  fin, 
And  Ihews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  ; 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleanfing  grace. 

What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Again  ft  the  man  who  fails  but  once  ? 
But  in  the  gofpel   Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 

My  foul,   no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the   law  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  : 
Since  he  who   trufts  the  promife,  lives. 

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HYMNS.  i3r 

HYMN    CXXII. 

Retirement  and  Meditation. 

I. 

Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A   ftranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  ; 
Amid  ft    a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful    of  my  higheft   love. 

II. 
Why  fhould  my  pafftons  mix   with  earth, 
And  thus   debafe  my   heav'nly    birth  ? 
Why  fhould   I   cleave  to  things   below, 
And  let  my   God,   mv   Saviour,  go  ? 

III. 
Call   me  away   from    flefh   and  fenfe, 
Thv  pow'rful  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all   inferior  joys    refign. 

IV. 
Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity   he   gone  : 
In  (beret  filence  of  the  mind, 
My  heav'n,  and  there  »my   God,  I  find. 

HYMN     CXXIII. 
The  Death  of  Chriji. 

I. 

5rT^WAS  on  that  dark,  and  doleful  night, 

JL     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofe, 
Againft  Median,    God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes  : 

II. 


i32  HYMNS. 

II. 

Before   the  mournful  fcene   began, 
He   took:  the  bread  and  broke  and  blefs'd  : 
What  love  through  all  his  a&ions   ran  ! 
What  wond'rous  grace  his  words  exprefs'd. 

III. 
44  This  is  my  body,   broke  lor   fin, 
44  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;  ** 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blefs'd  the  wine  ; 
44  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood. 

IV. 
44  Do  this,  (he   cry'd)   'till  time  fhall   end, 
44  In   mem'ry^  of  your  dying  friend, 
44  Meet  at  my   table    and    record, 
44  The   love   of  your  departed  Lord.'* 

HYMN     CXXIV.  • 

Chrijlian   hove, 

I. 

LET  party  names  "no   more, 
The  Chriftian  world   o'erfpread  ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,   and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in   Chrift  their   head. 

II. 
Among  the   faints  on   earth, 
Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  fame  inheritance, 
With  mutual  bleflings    crown'd. 

III. 
Let   envy,   and   ill-will, 
Be  banifh'd   far   away  ; 
Thofe  mould  in  ftricleff  friendfhip  dwell, 
Who  the  fame  Lord  obey. 

IV. 


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IV. 
Thus  will  the  church  below, 
Refemble  that  above, 
Where  ftreams  of  pleafure  ever  flow, 
And   every  heart  is  love. 

HYMN     CXXV. 
To  Jefus  Chrifi  the  Eternal  Life. 
I. 

WHERE  fliall  the  tribes  of  Adam  find 
The  fov'reign  good  to  fill  the  mind  ? 
Ye   fons  of  moral  wifdora  mow 
The  fpring  whence  living  waters  flow. 

II. 
Say  will  the  Stoick's  flinty  heart 
Melt,   and  this  cordial   juice  impart  ? 
Could  Plato  find  thefe   biifsful    ftreams, 
Among  his  raptures  and   his    dreams  ? 

III. 
In  vain  I  afk  ;    for  nature's  pow'r 
Extends  but  to  this  mortal   hour  : 
'Twas   but  a  poor  relief  fhe  gave 
Againft  the   terrors   of  the   grave. 

IV. 
Jefus,   our  kinfman,  and  our  Lord, 
Array'd   in  majefty  and  blood, 
Thou   art  our   life  ;   our  fouls  in   thee, 
Polfefs   a   full    felicity. 

V. 
A.11  our  immortal  hopes  are   laid 
In  Thee,  our  furety    and    our  head  ; 
Thy  crofs,  thy  cradle,   and  thy  throne, 
Are  big  with  glories  yet  unknown. 

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VI. 

Let   Atheifts  feoff  and  Jews  blafpheme, 
Th'  eternal   life  and  Jefus'  name  ; 
A  word  of  his  almighty  breath, 
Dooms  the  rebellious  world  to  death. 

VII. 
But  let  my  foul   forever  lie 
Beneath  the  bleflings  of  thine  eye  ; 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth,  'tis  heav'n   above, 
To  fee  thy  face,  to  tafte  thy  love. 

HYMN     CXXVI. 
The   Wifdom  of  God  in  his    Works. 

I. 

HOW    mo  ft  exatt  is  nature's  frame  ! 
How  wife   th'   Eternal   Mind, 
His  counfels   never  change  the  fcheme, 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defi^n'd. 

ii.     ° 

How  great  the  works  his  hands  have  wrought, 

How  glorious  in   our   fight  ! 
And   men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 

His    wonders   with  delight, 
III. 
When  he  redeem 'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  Sx'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his   lips  pronounce, 

To  endlefs  years  endure. 
IV. 
Nature   and  time,   and  earth  and  fkies, 

Thy  heav'nly   fkill  proclaim: 
What  mail   we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 


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V. 

To   fear  thy  pow'r,   to  trufl  thy  grace, 

Is   our   divineft    fkill  : 
And   he's  the  wife  ft  of  our  race, 

Who  beft   obeys   thy   will. 

«&•*!&■ 

HYMN     CXXVII. 

Mercy  and  Truth  met  together. 

I. 

HEN  fir  ft  the  God  of  boundlefs  grace 


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Difclos'd  his  kind  defign, 
To    refcue    our    apoftate    race 
From  mifery,   fhame   and    fin. 
II. 
Quick  through  the   realms  of  light  and  blifs, 

The  joytul   tidings  ran, 
Each  heart  exulted  at  the   news, 
That   God  would  dwell   with  man. 
III. 
Yet  'midft  their  joys  they  paus'd  a  while, 

And  afk'd  with  ftrange  furprife, 
w  But  how  can  injur'd  jultice   fmile, 
11  Or   look  with  pitying  eyes  ? 

"  Will  the  Almighty  deign  again, 

"  To   vifit    yonder   world  ; 
"  And  hither  bring  rebellious   men, 

"  Whence  rebels  once  were  hurl'd  ? 
V. 
"  Their  tears,  and  groans,  and  deep  diftrefs, 

"  Aloud   for  mercy   call  : 
*'  But  ah  !  mull  truth  and  righteoufnefs 

"  Victims  to  mercy   fall  ?  " 

VI. 


136  HYMNS, 

VI. 

So  fpake  the  friends  of  God  and  man, 

Delighted,   yet  furpris'd, 
Eager  to  know   the   wond'rous   plan, 

That  wifdom  had  devis'd. 
VII. 
The  Son  of   God   attentive   heard, 

And  quickly  thus  reply'd, 
"  In  me   let   mercy  he   rever'd, 

"  And  juftice  fatisfy'd. 
VIII. 
K  Behold  !   my  vital   hlood  I  pour, 

"  A   facrifice  to  God  ; 
•*  Juftice  divine  will   now  no   more 

"  Demand  the  dinner's  blood. '* 
IX. 
He  fpake,  and  heaven's  high  arches  rung  ; 

Praife,  ev'ry  tongue  employs, 
«'  He  dy'd,"  the  friendly  Angels  fung, 

Nor  ceafe  their  rapturous  joys. 

HYMN     CXXVIII. 

Hope  in  Di/lrefs. 

I. 

ITH   reftlefs   agitations   toft, 


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And  low  immers'd  in  woes, 
When  fhall  my  wild  diftemper'd  thoughts 
Regain  their  loft  repofe  ! 

Beneath   the   deep  opprefllve  gloom, 

My  languid  fpirits   fade  ; 
And  all  the   drooping  pow'rs  of  life, 

Decline  to  death's   cold  made. 

III. 


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III. 

O  thou  !    the   wretched 's   fure  retreat, 

Thcfe  tort'ring  cares  controul, 
And  with  the  cheerful  fmile  of  peace, 

Revive   my  fainting   foul  ! 

IV. 

Did   ever  thy  relenting  ear 

The  humble    plea   difdain  ? 
Or  when  did  plaintive  mis'ry  figh, 

Or  fupplicate   in   vain. 
V. 
Oppreft  with  grief  and  fliame,    diflblv'd 

In    penitential    tears, 
Thy  goodnefs  calms  our  reftlefs  doubts, 

And  diflipates  our  fears. 
VI. 
New   life  from   thy   ret  refiling  grace, 

Our   finking  hearts   receive  ; 
Thy  gentle,  be  ft  lov'd  attribute, 

To  pity   and   forgive. 
VII. 
From  that  bleft  fource,   propitious  hope 

Appears  ferenely   bright, 
And?  Iheds  her  toft  diffufive  beam 

O'er  forrow's  difmal   night. 
VIII. 
Difpers'd  by  her  fuperior  force, 

The   fullen   fhades    retire  ; 
And  opening  gleams  of  new-born  joy 

The  confcious  foul   infpire. 
IX. 
My  griefs  confefs  her   vital  pow'r, 

And   blefs  the    friendly  ray, 
That  u fliers   in  the  fmiling  morn 

Of    everlafling  day. 

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13*  HYMNS. 

HYMN    CXXIX. 
"The  Neceflity  of  renewing  Grace. 

I. 

HOW  helplefs,  guilty  nature    lies, 
Unconfcious   of  its   load  ! 
The  heart   unchang'd   can  never  rife 
To  happinefs  and   God. 
II. 
The  will  perverfe,  the  pafiions  blind  ; 

In  paths  of  ruin   ftray  : 
Reafon  debas'd  can   never  find 
The   fafe,  the  narrow  way. 
III. 
Can   ought  beneath  a  pow'r  divine 

The  ftubborn  will  fubdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 
IV. 
'Tis  thine  the  pafiions  to  recall, 

And   upwards  bid  them  rife  ; 
And  make  the  fcales  of  error  fall 
From  reafon's  dark'ned  eyes. 
V. 
To  chafe  the  fhades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  finner  live  ! 
A  beam  of  heaven,   a  vital  ray 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 
VI. 
O  change  thefe  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And   give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then  (hall  our  pafiions  and  our  pow'rs, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN 


HYMNS.  139 

HYMN    CXXX. 
The  Great  Phyjician. 

I. 

YE  mourning    finners,    here   difclofe 
Your  deep  complaints,  your  various  woes  ; 
Approach,   'tis  Jefus,  he    can  heal 
The  pains  which   mourning  finners  feel. 

II. 

To  eyes  long  clos'd  in  mental  night, 
Strangers  to  all  the  joys  of   light, 
His   word  imparts   a  blifsful  ray  ; 
Sweet  morning  of  celeflial  day  ! 

III. 
Ye  helplefs   lame,    lift  up  your  eyes^ 
The  Lord,  the  Saviour,  bids  you  rife  ; 
New  life  and  ftrength  his  voice  conveys, 
And  plaintive  groans  are  chang'd  for  praife, 

IV. 
Nor   fhall  the  leper,  hopelefs  lie 
Beneath   the  great  Phyfician's  eye  ; 
Sin's   deepeft  pow'r  his  word  controuls, 
That  fatal  leprofy  of  fouls. 

V. 
That  hand  divine  which  can  afluage 
The   burning  fever's  reftlefs  rage  ; 
That  hand  omnipotent  and   kind, 
Can  cool  the  fever  of  the  mind. 

VI. 
When   freezing  palfy  chills  the  veins, 
And  pale,   cold  death,  already   reigns, 
He  fpeaks  ;    the   vital  pow'rs   revive  ; 
He  fpeaks,  and  dying  finners  live. 

VII. 


i4o.  HYMN    S. 

VII. 

Dear  Lord,   we  wait  thy  healing  hand  ; 
Difeafes  fly  at   thy  command  ; 
O   let  thy  fovereign  touch  impart 
Life,  ftrength,  and  health  to  ev'ry  heart. 

HYMN     CXXXI. 
Praife  to  the  Creator. 

I. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye   nations  bow   with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God   alone, 
He   can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

II. 
His  fovereign  pow'r,   without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of   clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And   when  like  wand 'ring  fheep  we  ftray'd. 
He  brought  us  to   his   fold  again. 

We  are  his  people,   we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,   and  all   our  mortal  frame  ; 
Whdt  Lifting  honours  fhall  we  rear 
Almighty   Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

Wide  as   the  world   is  thy    command, 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  fhall   ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

V. 
We'll   croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
High    as  the  heav'ns   our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth,   with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill   thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

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HYMNS.  141 

HYMN    CXXXII. 
No  Reft  on  Earth. 
I. 

MAN  has  a  foul  of  vaft  deilres, 
He   burns   within  with  reftlefs  fires  : 
Toft   to   and  fro,  his   pafhorrs   fly, 
Through  all   the  fcenes  below  the  fky. 

II. 

In  vain   on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try    new  pleafures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft  and   torment  ftill. 
III. 

So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We   fhift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  ; 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

Great  God,   fubdue  this   vicious  third, 
This   love  to   vanity  and  dufl  ; 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

HYMN     CXXXIII. 
A  Profpeft  of  the  RefurreEfion. 
I. 

HOW  long   fhall   Death  the  tyrant  reign, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  juft, 
While  the  rich   blood   of  martyrs  flain 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dufl. 

II. 


i42  HYMN    S. 

II. 

Lo,  I  behold  the  fcatter'd  (hades, 

The  dawn   of  heav'n  appears, 
The  fweet  immortal   morning  fpreads 

Its  blufhes  round  the  fpheres. 

III. 

I  fee  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around  ; 
The  flues  divide  to  make   him   room, 

The  trumpet  makes  the   ground. 

IV. 

I  hear  the   voice,  "Ye  dead  arife  !  " 

And  lo  the   graves  obey, 
And  waking  faints  with  joyful  eyes, 

Salute  th'  expected  day. 

V. 

They  leave  the  duft,  and  on  the  wing 

Rife  to  the  mid-way  air  : 
In    mining  garments   meet  their  King, 

And  low  adore   him   there. 

VI. 

O  may  our  humble  fpirits    fland 
Amongft   them  cloath'd  in   white  f 

The  meaneft   place  at  his   right  hand, 
Is    infinite   delight. 

VII, 

How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rife, 

When  our  returning  King, 
Shall   bear  us  homeward  through  the  fkies, 

On  love's  triumphant  wing  ! 

HYMN 


HYMNS.  143 

HYMN     CXXXIV. 

Chrijl  our  Example. 
I. 

BLESS'D   Jesus,   how  divinely  bright! 
In   thee  each  heav'nly  virtue  (hone, 
When   for    our   fakevS  incarnate   here, 
How  juftly  ftil'd  the  "  Holy  One." 

II. 

With  what  a  ftrong  and  vivid   flame, 
Did  thy  devotion    ever   rife  ? 
While  each   revolving  day  and  night, 
Witnefs'd  thy  vifits  to  the   fkies. 

III. 

The  guiltlefs   fpirit,  and  the   mind, 
From   pride,   from  paffion   ever  free, 
Patient,  and  juft,   and  pure,   and  kind, 
Are   faint  delcriptions,  Lord  of  thee. 

IV. 
Fain  would  I   wear  thy    lovely  form, 
And  in   each  facred  virtue  mine  ; 
Oh  !   may  thy  fpirit  on   my   foul, 
Deep  trace  the  portraiture  divine  ! 

V. 
Thou  bleffed   fun,   with  quick'ning  rays, 
Pervade  this    cold  and  flinty  breaft  ; 
Kindle  up  life  through  all    my  pow'rs, 
And  be  my  guide  to  endlefs  reft. 

VI. 

Yes,  dear  Redeemer,    let  thy  love, 
And  power,   thefe   facred  gifts   impart  ; 
Til  tune  to  thee  the   fong   of  praife, 
With  glowing  gratitude   of  heart. 

VII, 


i44  HYMNS. 

VII. 

The  lift'ning  earth  fhall  learn   thy  name, 
Approve,  and  echo  to  my  lay  ; 
Angels   and  faints   prolong  the  theme 
With  joy,  through  one  eternal   day. 

HYMN     CXXXV. 

Enthufiafm  and  Superjlition. 

I. 

JESUS — the  friend  of  man — has   giv'n 
His   Gofpel,  as  our  guide  to  heav'n  ! 
Its  aids   and  comforts  how  divine  ! 
How  bright  its  facred  precepts  fhine. 

Reafon  and  truth  in  ev'ry  page, 
Shed  light  and   knowledge  on  the  age  : 
But  wild  enthufiafts  meet  no  trace 
Of  tenets,  which  their  creed  difgrace. 

III. 
Their  dreams  of  heav'n's  peculiar  love, 
Their  boafted   vifions  from   above, 
A   heated   fancy   may   produce, 
But  are  the  gofpel's  great  abufe. 

No  bigot-zeal   can   find  pretence 

In   doctrines   fairly  drawn   from  hence — 

No  gloomy  fuperflitious  mind, 

In  error's  mazes   loft   and  blind  ; 

V. 
Can  e'er  its   facred  di&ates  plead* 
To  juftify   the   frantic   deed. — 
Bright  and  ferene — true  virtue's   rays, 
But  feldom   kindle  into  blaze. 

VI. 


HYMNS.  I**) 

VI. 

Grant,  gracious  God,    that   we  may  find 
A   cheerful,  calm,  enlip;hten'd  mind; 
While  truth  divine  lhall   point  the  way 
To  realms   of    everlaiting  day. 

HYMN     CXXXVI. 

Self -Ex  a  ruination. 
I. 

WHAT  ftrange   perplexities  arife  ? 
What  anxious  fears  and  jealoufies  ? 
What   crouds,  in   doubtful    light  appear  ? 
How  few,   alas,    approv'd  and   clear  ! 

II. 
And  what  am   I  ? — My  foul,  awake, 
And   an  impartial   furvey  take  : 
Does   no   dark   fign,   no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice   or   in    heart    appear  ? 

What   image    does  my  fpirit  bear  ? 

Is  Jefus  fonn'd,   and    living  there  ? 

Say,   do   his   lineaments   divine, 

In  thought,   and  word,  and  action   mine  ? 

IV. 
Searcher  of  hearts,   O  fearch  me  {fill  ; 
The    fecrets   of  my    foul    reveal, 
My  fears   remove  ;    let   me    appear  * 

To   God — and  my  own   confcience  clear. 

V. 
Scatter  the   clouds,   that  o'er  my  head, 
Thick  glooms   of  dubious  terrors  fpread  ; 
Lead    me    into   celeftial    day, 
And.    to  myfelf,   my  fell'  difplay. 

O  VI 


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146  HYMNS. 

VI. 

May   I  at  that  blefs'd  world  arrive, 
Where  Chrift  through  all  my  foul  mall  live, 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 

HYMN     CXXXVII. 

Storm  and  Thunder. 

I. 

ET  coward  guilt,  with  pallid  fear, 
To  flielt'ring  caverns    fly, 
And  jufrly  dread  the   vengeful  fate, 
That  thunders  through  the  Iky. 

Protected  by  that  hand  whofe  law 

The  threat'ning  ftorms   obey, 
Intrepid   virtue    (miles   fecure, 
As  in   the  blaze  of  day. 
III. 
In  the  thick  cloud's  tremendous  gloom, 

The  lightning's   difmal   glare, 
It  views  the  fame  all-gracious  pow'r, 
That  breathes  the  vernal  air. 
IV. 
Through  nature's  ever  varying  fcene, 

#By   different    ways   purfu'd  ; 
The   one  eternal   end   of  Heav'n 
Is    univerfal     good. 

With  like  beneficent   eflfeft, 

O'er  flaming   aether  glows. 
As  when  it  tunes  the  linnet's  voice, 

Or  blufhes  in  the   rofe. 

VI. 


HYMNS.  147 

VI. 
By  reafon  taught  to  (corn  thofe  fears, 

That   vulgar  minds   moleit, 
Let  no  fantaftic   terrors   break 

The  pious  chriftian's  reft. 
VII. 
When  through  creation's  vaft  expanfe, 

The  laft  dread  thunders  roll, 
Untune  the  concord  of   the  fpheres, 

And  (hake  the  rifing  foul. 
VIII. 
Unmov'd,    may  we  the  final  ftorm 

Of  jarring  worlds    furvey, 
That  ufhers  in  the  glad  ferene 

Of  everlafling   day  ! 

•*&**£> 

HYMN     CXXXVIII. 
MofeSy  Aaron,   and  Jefus. 

I. 

'IS  not  the  Law  of  ten   command? 
On  holy   Sinai   giv'n, 
Or  fent  to   men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe   to  heav'n. 
II. 
*Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt, 

Nor  fmoak   of  fweeteft  fmell, 
Can    buy  a  pardon   for   our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls   from  hell. 
III. 
Aaron  the   Prieft  refigns  his  breath, 

At  God's  immediate   will  ; 
And  in  the  defert  yields  to  death, 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 


i4S  HYMNS. 

IV. 

And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 

The  tribes  of  Ifr'el   (land, 
While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd, 

Short  of  the  promis'd   land. 
V. 
My  foul  rejoice,  now  Jefus  leads, 

He'll  bring  the    world  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 

The  Ruler  and   the  Prieft. 

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HYMN     CXXXIX. 
Profperity. 

I.j  ' 

RICHES  in  copious   ftreams, 
From  every  quarter  flow  : 
Not  one  of  all  my  fertile  fchemes 
Feels  an  abortive  throe. 

II. 
My   freighted   vefTels    fail 
A    length  of  ocean   o'er  ; 
And  bring  me  with  a  fpeeding  gale, 
New  wealth  from   ev'rv  more. 

Ill/ 
My  foul,  thy  warm   de fires 
Indulge   in  all   delight. 
Seize   whatfoe'er  thy  fancy   fires, 
Or  ravifhes   thy  fight. 
IV. 
Roll    in  the  gilded  car, 
The  rural  palace  rear  : 
There  ev'ry  gate,   and  opening,  bar 
To   charity  and  fear. 


HYMNS.  149 

V. 

Bid   luxury  employ 

Her  fkill,  thy  tafte  to  pleafe. 
Call   thy  rich   friends  to  mare  the  joyf 

And  fwim  in  mirth  and  eafe. 
VI. 

To-day,   in   jocund  bowls 

Drown,    drown  forecafting  thought  : 

The  morrow  leave  to   gloomy  fouls, 

Who  dread  they  know  not  what. 
VII. 

Thou  fool,  thy   foul  this  eve 

Stern  fummons    fhall   demand. 
Whole  name  fhall  then  thy  houfe  receive  ? 

For   whom  thy  coffers   ftand  ? 

HYMN     CXL. 
Envy, 

I. 

MALIGNANT  envy,  come  not  near, 
Some  wretch   of   infamy  torment. 
Come  not,  to  trouble  my   repofe, 
Thou  fpawn  of  pride  and  difcontent. 
II. 
Go,  move  the  tempter  to  deftroy 

Some  world  oi    innocence  again, 
Go,   and  another  Abel   find, 
To  perifh    by   another  Cain, 
III. 
Or  fome  hard-hearted  brethren  mould, 

A  Jofeph's  favourite   lite   to  fell. 
Or   fome  delicious  vineyard  eye, 
And  in  a  fecond  Ahab  dwell. 

O  2  IV, 


150  HYMNS. 

IV. 

Yea,  could  the  Son  of  God  again 
Appear  in    fervile  form  below  ; 

Inflame   malevolence,    once  more 
To   ftrike   the  crucifying   blow. 

V.     ° 
Not   blacked  night,   and  brighteft   noon, 

Are  with  each  other    more   at   ftrife, 
O   Jefus,   than  the  envious   mind 

Is  with  thy  gofpel  and  thy  life. 
VI. 
May  I  too   humble  be    for  pride, 

Too  felf-contented  to  repine  : 
And  too  benevolent,    to    wifh 

My  neighbour's  bleffings  lefs  than   mine. 

HYMN     CXLI. 
Family   Religion. 

I. 

FATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  blefs, 
Which  crowns  our  families  With  peace  ; 
From   Thee  they  fpring,  and  by  thy  hand, 
They  have  been,   and  are  dill   fuftain'd. 

II. 
To   God,  mo  ft  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be   our  domeftic   altars   rais'd  ; 
Who,  Lord  of  heav'n,   fcorns  not  to  dwell 
With  faints  in  their   obfcureft  cell. 

III. 
To  Thee   may  each  united  houfe, 
Morning,  and  night,  prefent  its  vows  : 
Our  fervants  there,  and  fifing  race, 
£e  taught  thy  precepts,  and  thy  grace. 


HYMNS.  151 

IV. 
O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honours  of  thy   glorious  name  ; 
While  pleas 'd   and   thankful,   we  remove, 
To  join  the   family   above. 

H  Y  M  N     CXLII. 

Marriage. 

I. 

HAIL  honour'd  wedlock  !    facred  rite  ! 
What  hlifs   from  thee  derives  ! 
The   fpring  ot   true  and  pure  delight, 
And   folace  of  our   lives. 
II. 
Condemned  by  none   but   fordid   fouls, 

Who   fc orn  fair  virtue's  name, 
Who  reafon   drown  in  midnight  bowls, 
And  glory  in  their   (name. 
III. 
Their  lawlefs  conduct  we   deteft, 

And  rife   to   nobler   views  : 
The  chafte  and  temp'rate  are  the  bleft, 
And   hence  their  peace    enfues. 
IV. 
In  focial   bleflings  they   mail    fhare, 

Which   form   life's  greateft  good  ;  • 
And   find  this  union  footh  their   care, 
If    rightly  underftood. 

v-  i 

Adam,  by  fohtude    diflrefs'd, 

In   Eden  breath'd   a  moan  : 
And   heav'n    pronoune'd  it   was  notbeft, 

For  man  to  be  alone. 

VI. 


152 


HYMNS. 


VI. 

Eve  onward  came,   all    Eden  blooms, 

And    nature's  face   looks   gay, 
The  garden  yields  its  be  ft  perfumes, 

On   Adam's   bridal    day. 
VII. 
Jefus — at   Cana    once   renown'd, 

The  facred  rite  approv'd, 
The  feftal   fcene  his  prefence  crown'd, 

And  ev'ry   want  remov'd. 
VIII. 
Lord,  grant  thy  blefling  may  attend 

The  duties  we  perform  : 
Thy  fervants,  each,  difplay  the  friend, 

And  love  their  bofoms  warm. 

HYMN     CXLIII. 
Chrijl   apprehended. 

I. 

THE  traitor  comes,  with  ruffian  crew, 
"  Good  mafter,  hail,"  the  traitor  cries, 
Then  gives  the  fignal   kifs  ;    anew 

The  traitor  calls,  "  hold  faft  your  prize." 
II 
Whither  ye  rude,  unhallow'd  hands, 

My  Lord,   my  Saviour,   will  ye  bear  ? 
O  muff,  the  Prince  of  life  thefe  bands 
Of  vileft  ignominy  wear. 
III. 
He  muft  ;  ev'n  he,  whofe  voice  could  bring 

His  Father's  legions  down  to  earth  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  on  the  wing, 
To  guard   his  life,  who  fang  his  birth. 

IV. 


HYMNS.  153 

IV. 
He  muft  ;  all  refcue  he  declines  : 

"  Elfe  oracles  in  vain   foretel 
"  Eternal   wtfdom's   great  defigns, 

"  To  fave  a  guilty  world  from  hell.:> 

Behold,  the  willing  victim  goes, 

As   a  meek  lamb   to  {laughter  led  : 
What   noble  fortitude   he   (news  ! 

His   looks  how   calm  !    ereel,  his  head  ! 
VI. 
O   Jefus,   mould  thy  caufe  require 

My  blood,    its  heav'n-born  truth  to  feal  ; 
Mf\   in  that  trying  day,   infpire 

With  thy  divinely-glowing  zeal. 

HYMN    CXLIV. 

The  Condemnation  and  Crucifixion. 

I. 

BOUND  in  a  malefactor's   chains, 
Malice   his  innocence  arraigns  ; 
Malice   her  venom'd  fpittle   throws, 
Fierce   malice   deals    her  fierceft  blows. 

II. 
With   crown   of  thorns  his   temples  bleed, 
With   cruel    flripes   his  back   is   flea'd. 
Behold  the  Man—"  The   Crofs,"   they  call, 
"  The  Crofs,"   and  rend  the  judgment  hall. 

III. 
What  evil  has  he  wrought  ?   A\vay, 
"  Barabbas   fave,    this  fellow   flay." 
Bleeding  and   faint,   he   bears   along 
His   crofs,  amidft   a  hooting  throng. 

IV. 


i54  HYMNS. 

IV. 

Inconftant  throng !    the  day  before 
Heard  your  wide  mouths   Hofannas  roar  : 
"  Meffiak,  King"  with  fli outings  loud, 
You  hail'd  him.     O   inconftant  crowd  ! 

V. 
Ingrates,  where  fhall  your  lame,  your  blind, 
Your    fick,  another  healer  find  ? 
Whence  (hall  another  Jefus   come, 
To  guide  you  to  his  Father's  home  ? 

Ah  !    they  have  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
Between  the  fons   of  infamy. 
And  now  the  fcornful  head  they  fhake, 
And  now  th'  infulting   jeft  they  break. 

VII. 
But   oh  !    what  tongue  his  grief  can  tell, 
When  on   his  foul  that  darknefs   fell  ? 
"  My  God,   my  God  and  Father,  why 
"  By  thee  forfaken  muft   I  die  ?" 

VIII. 
Flow,   flow  my  tears,    in  torrents  flow  ! 
My  fins,   O  Jefus,    wrought   thy   woe. 
Help   my  weak  faith,  and  with  thy  pow'r 
Uphold  me  in   temptation's  hour. 

HYMN    CXLV. 
The  Chriftian  fupported. 

I. 

YES,  there's  a  better  world  on  high  : 
Hope  on  thou  pious  breaft  : 
Faint  not,  thou  trav'ller  ;  on  the  fky 
Thy  weary  feet  fhall  reft. 

II, 


HYMNS.  155 

II. 

Anguifh  may  rend  each  vital  part  : 

Poor  man  !  thy  frame  how  trail  ! 
Yet  heaven's  own  ftrength  (hall  fhield  thy  heart, 

When  ilrength  and  flefli  (hall  fail. 
III. 
Through   death's  dread  vale  of  deepeft  fhade 

Thy   feet  mull  furely  go  : 
Yet  there,  e'en  there,   walk  undifmay'd  ; 

'Tis  thy  laft  fcene  of  woe. 
IV. 
Jefus,    and  with  the  tenderefl  hand, 

Shall  guard  the  trav'ller  through  : 
"  Hail  !"  malt  thou  cry,  "  hail  promis'd  land  ! 

"  And,  wildernefs  adieu." 
V. 
Jefus  !   oh  !  make  our  fouls  thy  care  ! 

Oh  !    take  us  all   to  thee  : 
Where'er  thou  art,  we  afk  not  where  : 

But  there  'tis  heaven  to  be. 

HYMN     CXLVI. 

7  be  virtuous  Contemplation  of  Mortality, 

I. 

ETERNAL  God  !    our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in   thy  account  ; 
Like    yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  lafl  watch  of  ending  night. 

Death,  like  an   overflowing   ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;    our  life's  a   dream  ; 
An   empty  tale  ;    a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down   and  wither'd   in  an  hour. 

III. 


156  HYMNS. 

III. 

By  thy  protecting  arm  upheld, 

How  few  have  feventy  years  beheld  ; 

But  if  to  eighty   they  arrive, 

They  rather  figh   and  groan  than  live. 

IV. 
The  fhorter  life  ;   the   wifer  he 
Who   con  fee  rates    it  all    to  thee  : 
Who  life  in  virtue's   courfe  improves, 
And  trulls  the  God  who  virtue   loves. 

HYMN     CXLVII. 

Humility  >  Tendernefs  and  Sympathy. 

I. 

THOU  great  and  facred  Lord  of  all, 
Of   life    the    only   fpring  ; 
Of  all  on  earth,  and   all   in  Heaven, 
The  wife  and  righteous  King. 

Drive  from  the  confines    of  my  heart, 

All    flubbornnefs   and  pride  ; 
Nor   let  me  in  the  dang'rous  fcenes, 

That   finners  chufe,  abide. 
III. 
Whate'er  thine  all-difcerning  eye 

Sees  for  thy  creature  fit, 
I  blefs  the  good,  and  to  the  ill, 

Contentedly    fubmit. 
IV. 
With   humane  pleafure  may  I   view 

The   profperous  and  the  great  ; 
111 -temper 'd  envy   may  I   fly, 

With  odious  felf-conceit. 

V 


HYMNS.  r5? 

V. 

Nor   brooding  fplcen,   nor  fell  revenge, 

Be  to   my  bofom    known  ; 
Tears  may  I   find   for  other's   woe, 

And  patience   tor   mv    own. 
VI. 
Feed    me    with   neceflary   food, 

I   afk  not   wealth   or   fame  : 
But  give   me  eves  to    view   thy  works, 

A  heart  to  praife   thy  name. 
VII. 
Serenely   may   my   clays   move   on, 

Without   remorfe   or   care ; 
And  may    I   tor  the  paiting   hour 

In  every  hour   prepare. 

H  Y  M  N     CXLVIII. 
The  Univerjal  Prefence  and  Infpeftion  of  God. 

I. 

MY  heart,  and  all   my  ways,   O   God, 
By   thee  are  fearch'd  and   feen  ; 
My  outward  a&s  thine  eye  obferves, 
My   fecret  thoughts   within. 

Attendant  on   my   fteps    all   day, 

Thy  providence   I   fee, 
And    in  the   folitudc    of   night 

I'm  prefent   ftill   with  thee. 
III. 
No  fpot  the  boundlefs  realms  of  fpace 

Whence  thou  art  abfent  know  : 
In   heaven  thou  reign' ft  a  glorious  King, 

An   awful   Judge  below. 

P  IV, 


158  HYMNS. 

IV. 

Goodnefs,  and  majefty,  and  power, 
Through  all  thy  works  are  fhown  ; 

Richly  difplay'd  in  nature's  frame, 
And  richly  in  my   own. 

To  all   my  parts  their  place  and  ufe 

Thy  wifdom  had  aflign'd, 
E'er  yet  thefe  parts  a  being  had, 

But  in  thy   forming  mind.. 

Ten  thoufand  thoufand  times  my  life 

I've  to  thy  goodnefs   ow'd  ; 
Thy  daily  care  preferves  the  gift, 

Thy  bounty  firft  beftow'd. 
VII. 
Lord,  if  within  my  thoughtlefs  heart 

Thou  aught  fhould'ft  difapprove  ; 
The  fecret   evil   bring  to  light, 

And  by  thy  grace  remove. 
VIII. 
If  e'er  my  ways  have  been  perverfe, 

Or  foolifh   in   thy  view, 
Recall  my   fteps  to  thy  commands, 

And  form  my   life  anew. 

HYMN    CXLIX. 
The  Lejfon  of  human  Frailty. 

I. 

SWIFT   as  the  feather'd   arrow    flies, 
And   cuts  the  yielding  air  ; 
Or  as  a   kindling  meteor  dies, 
Ere  it  can  well  appear ; 


II. 


HYMNS.  159 

II. 

So  pafs   our  fleeting  years  away, 

And  time  runs  on  its   race  : 
In  vain  we  afk  a  moment's  (lay, 

Time   leffens  not  its   pace. 
III. 
But,   Lord,  what  mighty  things  depend 

On  our   precarious  breath  ! 
And   foon  this   fleeting  life   will   end 

In  future  life  or  death. 
IV. 
O  make  us  truly  wife  to  learn 

How  very  frail   we  are  ; 
That  we  may  mind  our   grand  concern, 

And    for   our  change  prepare. 
V  . 
May  think   of  death,  and  learn  to  die 

To   all    inferior  things  ; 
Whilft  our  glad  fouls  afpiring  fly 

To  life's   eternal  fprings. 

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HYMN     CL. 
God  jujlified  in  the  Appointments  of  this 
Life,  and  of  another. 
I. 

THOUGH  peevifh  virtue  may  complains 
And  almoft  dare  its   God   arraign, 
Who   has   not  fitted  nature's  plan 
To  blefs  through  life  the  virtuous  man. 

II. 
Better  inftrucled,  we   fhall  find 
That   God   in  all    is  wife  and   kind  : 
Suffering  refines,   exalts  the  foul  ; 
Suffering  is  virtue's  richefl  fchool. 

III. 


j6o  H    Y    M    N    S/ 

III. 

Here,  all  without  dillinBion  prove 
Some  common  blefling  of  his  love  ; 
The  world  hereafter,  God  refervei 
For  treating  each,  as  each  deferves. 

IV. 
Then  life's  vafl  ilfues  fhall  be  known, 
And   man  mail   reap   as  man    has   fown. 
This  hope,   the  virtuous  mind   enjoys, 
This  fear,  the  fmner's  peace  defhoys, 

HYMN     CLI. 
Morning  Hymn. 

I. 

[GHT's  difmal  gloom  once  more  is  fled 


H 


N 


And   day   returns  to  me  ; 
Once  more   I   quit  my  peaceful  bed, 
And  riling  beauties   fee. 
II. 
My  bed — It  might  have  been  my  grave, 

My  bed  of    ficknefs,    pain  ; 
But  God,    whofe   pleafure  is  to  fave, 
Renews   my   health  again. 
III. 
As  night's  dark  fhades,  and  brooding  forms. 

And  prowling  beafts   of  prey, 
Forbear  to  fpread   their  rude    alarms, 
Aw'd  at  th'  approach   of  day. 
IV. 
So   be   difpers'd  each  brooding    care, 

That  fprings   from  paflions   foul, 
From    envy,  avarice,   dark   defpair, 
Nor  vex   my  wak 'ned   foul. 


HYMN    S  161 

V. 

And  may  I  ever  know  the  joy 
Which  peace  with  thee    infpires  ; 

That  peace  which  earth  cannot  deftroy, 
Which  not  in  death  expires. 

HYMN     CLII. 

Falje   Repentance. 

I. 

WRETCHED  deceit,  to  think  of  heaven, 
Or  in  a  Saviour   truft  ; 
Wretched  the  hope   to  be  forgiven, 
While  we  are  flaves  to  lull. 
II. 
Still  to  go  on,  and  fwell  the  debt, 

Can   ne'er   for  debt  atone  ; 
And  God  is  mock'd  with  weak  regret, 
While  fin  ftill  keeps  her  throne, 
III. 
With   many  a  cry,  and  many  a  tear, 

We  may  our   fin  lament, 
But  if   no  better'd    life  appear, 
This   is  not  to  repent. 
IV. 
Still    to    confefs,    and    ftill  retain 

Affection  for  our  fin  ; 
Still   to  refolve  to  break  our   chain, 
And    ftill    be   held  therein  ; 
V. 
Where  no  temptation  moves,    to  quit 

The  beaten  vulgar  road  ; 
But  ftill  fome  dearer  crimes  commit, 
And  ftill   be  led  from  God  ; 

P   2  VI. 


162  H    Y    M     N    S. 

VI. 

Argues  the  worfl  ill   ftate  of  mind  ; 

It   bids  to  hape   adieu, 
To  every  means    which   God  defign'd 

Loft  goodnefs  to  renew. 

HYMN    CLIII. 
For  Sabbath  Day. 

I. 

THE  gracious  Saviour  bow'd  his  head, 
And  drew' his  parting  breath  ; 
And  as  he   liv'd  to  vanquiin  fin, 
He   dy'd  to  conquer  death. 
II. 
Three  days — fo  high  behefts  ordain 'd, 

Death  triumph'd  o'er  his  prize  ; 
The  hour  of  grace  at    length   arriv'd, 
Behold  the  conqueror  rife  ! 
III. 
He  rofe   triumphant  to  his  God  ; 
He  wing'd  to  heaven  his  flight, 
Where  endlefs    ages  he    mall   reign 
Enthron'd  in  realms  of    light. 
IV. 
Won d You s  the   grace,   that  gave  to  death 

The   bell  belov'd   of   God  ; 
That  bade  the  Saviour  feel    for  us 
Affliction's   keeneft  rod. 
V. 
With   every   grateful    thought  infpir'd, 

Devoutly    let  us   raife 
Our  humble  voice  to   mercy's  throne 
In   never   ceafin^  praife. — 


M 


HYMN    S.  163 

VI. 

Nor  this  be  all — the  grateful    life 
Should   fpeak   the  thankful   mind  : 

The  heart  that  feels   redemption's  good, 
Should   be   to   good    inclined. 

HYMN     CUV. 
The  virtuous   life  of  Profperity. 

I. 

Y  gracious  God  accept  my  prayer, 
If  e'er  thy  love    divine, 
Should  profper  my  well-meaning  care, 
And  wealth  fhould  e'er  be  mine. 
II. 
May   humble  worth  without  a  fear, 

Approach  my   open  door  ; 
Nor   may    I   ever  view  a  te^r, 
Regardlefs,    from   the  poor. 

111 

O   blefs   me  with  an  hone  ft  mind, 

Above  all   felfiih   ends  ; 
Humanely  warm  to  all    mankind, 

And    cordial   to  my   friends. 
IV. 
With  confcious   truth  and   honour  Hill 

My  aftions   may   I   guide  ; 
Nor    know  a  fear,    but  that  of  ill, 

Nor   fcorn,  but  that  of  pride. 
V. 
Thee  in   remembrance  may  I  bear, 

To  thee  my  tribute    raife  ; 
Conclude  each  day   with  fervent   prayer, 

And  wake  each  morn  with  praife. 

VI. 


1 64  HYMNS. 

VI. 

Thus  through  my  life  may  I  approve 

The  gratitude    I    owe  ; 
And  hope  to  fhare  thy  blifs  above, 

Whole  laws  I  keep   below. 

HYMN    CLV. 
Religion  alone  anfwers  the  De fires  of  Man. 
I. 

O  Happiness,  where  art  thou  hid  ? 
Where  is  thy  man  (ion  found  ? 
Sought  through  the  varying  fcenes  in  vain 
Of  earth's  capacious  round. 

II. 

The  charms  of  pleafure,  pomp  and  mow, 

Are  oft  but   gilded   fnares  ; 
And  proud  ambition's  fteep  afcent 

Is  often  fet  with  cares. 

III. 

Though,  mix'd  with  temp'rance,  all  conduce 

To  ftir  the   powers   of  man, 
And  have  a  fecondary  ufe  ; 

They  are  not  wifdom's  plan. 

IV. 

Religion's  facred  lamp  alone 

Unerring  points  the  way, 
Where  Happinefs  forever  mines, 

With  bright  and  conftant  ray. 

HYMN 


II    Y     M    N    S.  165 

H  V  M  N     CLVI. 

Sv.bmiffion  under  Afjiiclions. 
I. 

IF   Providence,  to  try   my   heart, 
Affli&ions    mould  prepare  ; 
To    God   iubiTiiffive    may   1  bend, 
And   keep   me   from   defpair. 
II. 
Whate'er   he   orders  muft  be  juft  ; 

Then    let   me   kifs  the   rod, 
Nor,  poorly   funk,    at   all   diilrufl 
The  goodnefs   of  mv   God. 
III. 
The  mind  to  which  I  owe  my  own, 

To  guide  this  mind   is  wife  ; 
And  he,  to  whom   mv  faults   are  known, 
The   fitted  to   chaft'ife. 
IV. 
Then,    till   life's  lateff.  fands  are  run, 

O  teach  me  Power  Divine  ! 

Still  to  reply,  thy  will   be  done, 

Whate'er  becomes  of   mine. 

HYMN     CLVII. 

The  Heavenly  Vifitant. 

I. 

BEHOLD    a   Granger  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before, 
Has  waited    long,    is  waiting  flill  ; 
You  ufe  no  other  friend  fo   ill. 

II. 
But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will  ;   the   very  friend   you   need  ; 
The   Man   of  Nazareth,   'tis  He 
With  garments  dv'd   from  Calvary. 

III. 


166  HYMNS. 

III. 

O  lovely  attitude  !   he   (lands 
With  melting  heart  and  open   hands  ! 
O   matchlefs   kindnefs  !    and   he  mows 
This  matchlefs  kindnefs   to  his  foes. 

IV. 
Rife,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn    out   his  enemy  and   thine  ; 
Turn  out  that  hateful  monfter  fin, 
And  let   the  heavenly   ftranger  in. 

V. 
Yet  know,  nor  of  the  terms  complain  : 
Where   Jefus   comes,   he  comes   to  reign  ; 
To  reign,  and  with  no  partial  fway  : 
E'en  thoughts   muft  die  that  difobey. 

VI. 
Sov'reign  of   Souls,  thou  Prince  of  Peace 
O  may  thy  gentle  reign  increafe  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind, 
And   be  his  empire— — All  Mankind. 

H  Y  M  N    CLVIII. 
A  Morning  Hymn. 

I. 

TO  thee  let   my  fir  ft   off 'rings  rife, 
Whofe   fun   creates  the  day  ; 
Swift  as  his  gladd'ning  influence  flies, 
And  fpotlefs  as  his  ray. 
II. 
What  numbers,  with   heart-piercing  fighs, 

Have  pafs'd  this  tedious  night  ! 
What  numbers  too,  have  clos'd  their  eyes. 
No  more  to  fee  the  light. 

III. 


HYMNS.  167 

III. 

Sound  was   my  fleep,  my  dreams  were  gay  : 
How   fhort   fuch  time  review'd  ! 

My  night   ftole   unperceiv'd  away  ; 
I'm   like  the    day,   renew'd. 

IV. 

This  dav   thy  fav'ring  hand  be  nigh, 

So  oft    vouchfaf'd  before; 
Still    mav   it  lead,  protect,  fupply, 

And    I  that   hand   adore. 

V. 

If  blifs  thy  Providence  impart, 

For  which,   refign'd,   I   pray, 
Give  me  to   feel  the  grateful   heart, 

And   without  guilt   be  gay. 

VI. 

Affliction,    mould   thy   love  intend, 

As  vice  or   folly's   cure, 
Patient,  to  gain    that   blefled  end, 

May   I  the  means  endure. 

VII. 

If  bright  or   cloudy  fcenes  await ; 

Some   virtue  let  me  gain  ; 
That  Heaven,   nor  high,  nor  low  eftate 

When    fent,   may  fend   in  vain. 

VIII. 

Be  this,  and  ev'ry  future  day, 

Still   wifer  than  the   paft  ; 
That,  from  the  whole  of  life's  furvev, 

I   may   find  peace  at  laft. 

II  Y  M  N 


268  HYMNS. 

HYMN    CLIX. 
A  Birth  Day. 

I. 

SWIFT   as   the  winged  arrow   flies, 
My   time    is   haflening  on  : 
Quick  as  the  lightning  from  the  fkies, 
My  wafting  moments  run. 

My   follies  paft,   O   God,   forgive, 

My  ev'ry  fin  fubdue  : 
And  teach   me   henceforth   how  to  live, 

With  glory  in  my  view. 
III. 
'Twere  better  I  had  not   been  born, 

Than   live   without  thy  fear  : 
For  they  are   wretched   and  forlorn, 

Who  have  their   portion   here. 
IV. 
But,  thanks  to  thine  unbounded  grace, 

That  in  my  early  youth, 
I  have  been  taught   to   feek  thy   face, 

And  know  the   way  of  truth. 
V. 
Oh  !    let   thy   Spirit  lead  me   ftill, 

Along  the   happy   road  ; 
Conform  me  to   thy  holy  will, 

My  Father,   and  my  God  ! 
VI. 
Another  year  of  life  is  paft  : 

My  heart   to   thee   incline  ; 
That  if  this  year  fhould  be  my  laft, 

It  may  be   wholly  thine. 

H  Y  M  N 


HYMNS.  169 

HYMN    CLX. 
tte  true  Way  to  pleafe  God, 
I. 

WHEREWITH  fhall  I  approach  the  Lord. 
And   bow   before   his   throne  ? 
What    fhall   fweet   peace  of  mind   afford  ? 
What  for  my  faults   atone  ? 
II. 
Shall   altars  flame,   and  victims  bleed. 

And  fpicy  fumes   afcend  ? 
Will   thefe  my  earneft  wifh   fucceed, 
And  make  my  God  my  friend  ? 
III. 
With  trembling  hands,  and   bleeding  heart, 

Shall   I  mine   offspring  flay  ? 
Will   this  atone   for   ill  defert, 
And  purge  my  guilt  away  ? 
IV. 
Alas  !   'twere  idle  mockery  all, 
Such   victims  bleed    in  vain  ; 
No  fatlings   from  the  field    or   flail 
Such   favour  can   obtain. 
V. 
Well  doft  thou   know  what  muft  delight, 

And  what  acceptance  win  : 
Repentance   true,   and    heart   upright, 
And   life   eftrang'd   from   fin. 
VI. 
To  God  with  humble  reverence  bow, 

And   to  his  glory   live  ; 
To    men  their  facred  rights  allow, 
And  proofs   of  kindnefs  give. 

Q  VII. 


170  HYMNS. 

VII. 
Hands  that   are  clean,   and  hearts   fincere 

God  never  will  defpife  ; 
And  cheerful  duty  he'll  prefer 

To  coftly  facrifice. 

■*§?*■  <H§4* 

HYMN     CLXI. 
Rejoice \   O  Young  Man,  &c.  Eccl. 

I. 

THY   laughing  joys,  young  man,  purfue, 
In   all  thy   youth   rejoice  ; 
?Tis  life's  gay  fpring,  reftraint  adieu  ! 
Nor  heed  dull    wifdom's  voice. 
II. 
Repel  each  intermeddling   fear  ; 

Shall   fear  thy  courfe  reftrain  ? 
At   danger   laugh,   remote  or  near, 
And  deem    each  terror  vain. 
III. 
But   know,  thy  Judge  with  watchful  eye 

Marks  every  daring  fin  ; 
Thy  open  crimes  all  naked   lie, 
And   all  that  lurks   within. 
IV. 
Whatever  thou  haft  in   darknefs   done, 

To  fhun    a   public   fhame, 
He  will   expofe   before   the  fun, 
And  to  the  world   proclaim. 
V. 
O  how  wilt  thou  abide   his  frown, 

Thy   awful   fentence  bear  ? 
Let  not  the  thought  away  be  thrown, 
But  flop  thy  mad  career. 

VI. 


HYMNS.  i7r 

VI. 

Renounce  each   clear  and  tempting  vice, 

Thy  loofe  aflbciates   fly  ; 
Be    ferious,   fober,   chafte,   and  wife, 

And  virtue's   pleafures  try. 
VII. 
That  when  thy  righteous  Judge  (hall  come, 

In   all   his   glories   dreft  ; 
Thou  may'ft   ferenely   wait  thy  doom, 

The  voice   which   hails  thee  bleft. 

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H  Y  M  N     CLXII. 
Hhe  World  a  poor  Exchange. 

I. 

OW  eagerly  do   men  purfue 


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Each   idle   childiih  toy 
And   venture    everlalting   death 
To  win  a  moment's  joy. 

Neglected  leave   their  nobler  mind, 

Or   all    its  whitenefs    ftain  ; 
And   Angels'   happinefs    refign, 

The  blifs  of  brutes  to  gain. 
III. 
The  pleafures  that  allure  the  fenfe 

Are   dangerous  to  us   all  ; 
Sweet  at  the  firft,  how   foon   fucceeds 

The  bitternefs  of   gall. 
IV. 
God  is   mine  all-fufficient   good, 

My   portion   and    my   choice  ; 
In  him   my   vail   defires    are  fiU'd, 

«And  all   my  powers    rejoice. 


i72  HYMNS. 

V. 

In   vain  the  world  accoils   my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  blifs   fo   dear, 

Nor  part  with  heaven   for  you. 

HYMN     CLXIII. 

tfhe   Changes  of  Life  from   God. 

I. 

AS  various  as  the   Moon 
Is   Man's  eftate  below  ; 
To  his  bright  day  of  gladnefs   foon 
Succeeds  a   night  of  woe. 

II. 
The  night  of  woe   refigns 
Its   darknefs   and  its  'grief  ; 
Again  the  morn  of  comfort  fhines, 
And  brings   our    fouls  relief. 

III. 
Yet   not  to  fickle   chance 
Is  man's  condition   giv'n  : 
His  bright   and  darker  hours  advance 
By  the  fix'd  Laws  of  Heav'n. 

IV. 
God   meafures  unto  all 
Their  lot  of  good  and  ill  ; 
Nor  this  too  great,  nor  that  too  frnall, 
All  is   a  Father's  will. 

V. 
Let  each  conform  his  mind 
To   every  changing   flate  ; 
Rejoicing  now,  and  now  refign'd, 
iVnd  the  great  iflue  wait. 

4^-Ht*  HYMN 


HYMNS.  173 

HYMN    CLXIV. 

The  Necejfity  and  Blejfednefs  of  Revelation. 

I. 

WHO  of  himfelf  can  find 
The  error  of  his  ways  ? 
Left  to  himfelf,    with  daring  mind, 
From  God  and  Heaven  he  ftrays. 

II. 

The  favage  and  the  fage 
Alike   this  truth  proclaim  ; 
And  every  nation,  every   age, 
Partakes  the  general   fhame. 

III. 

Nor  could  our  fallen  race 
Recov'ry  e'er  have  known, 
If  God  his  better  truth  and  grace 
In  mercy  had  not  mown. 

IV. 

O  welcome  to  my  heart 
This  cure  of  human    ill  ! 
O   God  !    thy  prefence  ftill   impart 
To   work  in  me  thy  will. 

V. 

A  Man,   may  I  abhor 
Beneath  the  Man  to   move  : 
A  Chriflian,  may  I  higher  foar, 
And  anfwer  all  thy  love. 

HYMN 


i74  HYMNS. 

HYMN    CLXV. 

Earth  and  Heaven. 

I. 

SHORT  is  the  date  prefcrib'd  to  Man, 
Nor  are  his  joys   fincere  ; 
Affliction  mourning,   leads  the  van, 
And  grief  brings  up  the  rear. 

II. 

Few  peaceful   moments  intervene, 
From   childhood  to  the  tomb  ; 

Or  if  bright  fpots   mould  gild  the  fcene, 
How  black  the   following  gloom  ! 

III. 

Temptations  fpread  their  gl  itt'ring  fnares, 
Their  potent  charms   we  feel  ! 

Surprizing,  that  a  vale  of  tears 
Is    fo    alluring    ftill. 

IV. 

But  when  the  pangs  of  Death  are  paft, 

Superior    Edens    rife  ; 
No    fruit  forbidden,    tempts  the  tafte, 

No   ferpent   there   decoys. 

V. 

From  pleafure's  fountain,  ever  full, 

The  ftream  unfullied  flows, 
While  Christ,  my  Hope,  my  Life,  my  All, 

Unrivall'd  Beauty  fhows. 

HYMN 


HYMNS. 


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HYMN    CLXVI. 

The  Inefficacy  of  Hymns  without  Devotion. 
I. 

GREAT  God  !  what  rich  provifion's  made, 
To  fit  our  fouls    for  heav'n  ! 
How  various   arc  the   means  prcpar'd  ! 
How  great  the  aid  that's  giv'n  ! 

II. 

Thy  word   in  ev'ry  part   difplays 

The  wonders   of  thy   grace  : 
But  in  the   Gofpel    brighteit  mines 

Thy  care  for   all  our   race. 

III. 

Counfels,  reproofs,  and  Pfalms,  and  Hymns, 

With   folemn    facred    fongs, 
To  thy  unbounded  love  we  owe  : 

To  Thee — the  praife   belongs. 

IV. 

But  what   are  tuneful,   facred  fongs, 

Or  what  our  meafur'd  lays  ? 
Unlefs  thy    Spirit  warm  our  hearts, 

How   flat — our  hymns   of  praife  ! 

V. 

Then,  gracious   God,   we  humbly  a£k 

Afli fiance    from    above  : 
Our  paflions  (hall,   by   mufic   footh'd, 

Be   all   attun'd   to   love — ! 


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